302 RETURN OF MORNING. 



the rain succeeded, against every endeavour to 

 prevent it, in putting out the fire. 



It was a sad night, and most uncomfortable were 

 my forebodings, whilst Goodaloo, silent and stirless, 

 never moved from the position he had taken after 

 the last vain attempts to keep up a blaze. Walder- 

 heros seemed to talk faster the faster it rained, 

 now anathematizing the lazy occupants of the 

 outhouse, then trying to convince me of his 

 superhuman efforts to arouse the gate-keepers of 

 the palace, and sometimes consoling me with the 

 truism that morning must come, and all would be 

 well again. So far he was right, for after suffering 

 nearly a martyrdom during the tedious progress of 

 the early morning hours, no sooner did the light of 

 day begin to appear than the persecuting element 

 stayed its violence, and the recreant rain retired 

 in misty fogs to its fastnesses among the heights in 

 the rear of Myolones 



By sunrise the sky was nearly clear of clouds, 

 birds were singing, and the noise of laughing men 

 told of a reaction in nature, in which I could have 

 gladly participated, but that I was well nigh ex- 

 hausted, and could scarcely walk to the college of 

 the monks, several of whom now came to beg that 

 I would return to the shelter of their residence ; 

 where they said I might eat as much bread and 

 " dillock" as I liked, without any further observa- 

 tion from them. 



