322 THE EULOGY OF RICHARD JEFFERIES. 



Come up to me upon the hills, and your heart 

 will never be heavy, but your eyes will be 

 bright, and your step quick, and you will sing 

 and shout ' 



" ' So I will/ said Bevis, ' I will shout. 

 Holloa!' and he ran up on to the top of the 

 little round hill, to which they had now re- 

 turned, and danced about on it as wild as 

 could be. 



" ' Dance away, dear/ said the Wind, much 

 delighted. ' Everybody dances who drinks me. 

 The man in the hill there ' 



'"What man?' said Bevis, ' and how did 

 he get in the hill; just tell him I want to 

 speak to him.' 



" ' Darling/ said the Wind, very quiet 

 and softly, ' he is dead, and he is in the little 

 hill you are standing on, under your feet. At 

 least, he was there once, but there is nothing 

 of him there now. Still it is his place, and 

 as he loved me, and I loved him, I come very 

 often and sing here.' 



" ' When did he die?' eaid Bevis. < Did I 

 ever see him?' 



" ' He died just about a minute ago, dear; 



