And from this stretched the beauteous
green of the grass-land or prairie beyond the stockade.
The house, then, was built on the summit of a gentle mound, and
doubtless commanded from its upper window the extreme reaches of this
sea of verdure.
I sat down where Mr. Gulliver directed me, and was not displeased with
the warmth of the fire, despite the sun. I was cold after that long,
watery lullaby, and cold too with exhaustion after running so far at
the heels of the creature who had found me. And I dwelt in a kind of
dream on the transparent flames, and watched vacantly the seething
pot, and smelt till slowly appetite returned the smoke of the stuff
that bubbled beneath its lid.
Mr. Gulliver himself brought me my platter of this pottage, and though
it tasted of nothing in my experience--a kind of sweet, cloying
meat--I was so tired of the fruits to which enterprise had as yet
condemned me, I ate of it hungrily and heartily. Yet not so fast as
that the young "Gulliver" had not finished his before me, and sat at
length watching every mouthful I took from beneath his sun-enticing
thatch of hair.
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