Our pinnace moves; then, coasting creek and bay,
Glades we behold, and into thickets peep,
Where couch the spotted deer;[KX] or raised our eyes
To shaggy steeps on which the careless goat
Browsed by the side of dashing waterfalls;[KY]
And thus the bark, meandering with the shore,
Pursued her voyage, till a natural pier
Of jutting rock invited us to land.[870]
Alert to follow as the Pastor led,
We clomb a green hill's side;[KZ] and, as we clomb,