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And, in a little while, I rose, and buckled onon apace, but the sky onderfully

clear, while, lon upon the horizon, I saw the full-orbed

ht later,

and this knowledge rejoiced me not a little Before me stretched

a succession of hills--that chain of hills which, I believe, is

called the Weald, and over which the di country, dark ood, and

coppice--full of es, cas and soft, unaccountable noises

Once, so small and dark scuttered across the road before

me, and once a bird, hidden near by, set up a loud co wood, caht-jar

And, as I walked, I bethought me of poor Bill Nye, the Tinker I

could picture hi load

upon his back, and the "loneliness" upon and around him A small

eyes, grizzled hair, and a long, blue chin How I came to know

all this I cannot tell, only it seemed he must be so On he