Knglishtown 
It was at these bridges that Dan's virtues as 
a highland traveller began to shine forth. If 
his foot went through a hole, he pulled it out 
and like a philosopher scorned to notice trifles. 
He had a way of smelling of suspicious bridges ; 
and if they exhaled no odour of security, he 
gathered himself together and jumped over 
them, the waggon and its occupants following, 
not as they would, but as they must. 
Besides the many little bridges that Dan could 
jump, there were longer ones that no horse could 
have jumped, and beneath them and along the 
side of the road through reaches of fir-trees 
dashed and tumbled and glided the wildest, 
loveliest brooks we ever had dreamed of. 
We went slowly along, enjoying the lovely 
road and the bewitching brooks until we found 
ourselves hungry. Then we stopped and had 
our first gypsy meal by the roadside. We 
built a fire of dry twigs on a pile of stones near 
a brook in a meadow where the fence was down, 
and felt very wild and gypsy-like. True gyp- 
sies would have done better, however. The 
smoke blew all ways at once, and the kettle 
insisted upon lying upon its side and pouring 
the water into the fire. 
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