So sitting, so rhapsodising, I began to hear presently another
sound--the rich, juicy munch-munch of jaws, a little blunted maybe,
which yet, it seemed, could never cry Enough! to these sweet,
succulent grasses. I made no sign, waited with eyes towards the sound,
and pulses beating as if for a sweetheart. And soon, placid,
unsurprised, at her extreme ease, loomed into sight who but my
ox-headed Rosinante in these dells, cropping her delightful way along
in search of her drowned master.
I could but whistle and receive the slow, soft scrutiny of her
familiar eyes. I fancied even her bland face smiled, as might
elderliness on youth. She climbed near with bridle broken and
trailing, thrust out her nose to me, and so was mine again.
Sunlight left the woods. Wind passed through the upper branches. So,
with rain in the air, I went forward once more; not quite so headily,
perhaps, yet, I hope, with undiminished courage, like all earth's
travellers before me, who have deemed truth potent as modesty, and
themselves worth scanning print after.
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