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"Frouide the outcasts to the land of woe:

Our Earth one little toiling streauide the wanderers to the happy fields"

After leaving this village, where I had rested for nearly a

week, I travelled through a desert region of dry sand and glittering

rocks, peopled principally by goblin-fairies When I first entered their

domains, and, indeed, whenever I fell in with another tribe of theold and jewels,the ht I expected reverence, and meant to humour me like a maniac But

ever, as soon as one cast his eyes on the shadow behind me, he made a

wry face, partly of pity, partly of conte soold, and ceasing all his grins to his companions to do the like I had no

inclination to observe them much, for the shadoas in my heart as well

as at , till I

arrived one day at a s cool from the heart