CHAPTER X. 



ADVENTURES. 



Enter MAY-FLY and SWIVELTOP. 



May. Let us down upon earth's lap, good Doctor, 

 and take note of the prospect below us. Of what 

 use is't to tramp onward in rear of Jack Leister, for 

 the purpose of persecuting a few loch-trout? Have 

 we not laboured already, enough and in vain? 

 I am cowed out of patience by heat and gad-flies. 

 Oh! for the cold descent of some winter-spirit, to 

 fan off in his flight these stinging sun-rays. Art 

 thou not in a thaw, Doctor? dropping apace? 



Swivel. Ay! verily, Bill; but here is a tree-trunk, 

 old, girthy, and wizard-like, yet withal green in part, 

 and offering kind, cool shelter to our exhausted limbs. 

 Let us throw ourselves down beneath its shadow. 

 'Tis an alder and such an alder ! There are other 

 trees of like size in its neighbourhood. What trees ! 



