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Footsteps
fell
on
his
ear
,
and
the
figure
of
one
that
walked
somewhat
wearily
came
into
view
;
and
he
saw
that
it
was
a
Rat
,
and
a
very
dusty
one
.
The
wayfarer
,
as
he
reached
him
,
saluted
with
a
gesture
of
courtesy
that
had
something
foreign
about
it
--
hesitated
a
moment
--
then
with
a
pleasant
smile
turned
from
the
track
and
sat
down
by
his
side
in
the
cool
herbage
.
He
seemed
tired
,
and
the
Rat
let
him
rest
unquestioned
,
understanding
something
of
what
was
in
his
thoughts
;
knowing
,
too
,
the
value
all
animals
attach
at
times
to
mere
silent
companionship
,
when
the
weary
muscles
slacken
and
the
mind
marks
time
.
The
wayfarer
was
lean
and
keen-featured
,
and
somewhat
bowed
at
the
shoulders
;
his
paws
were
thin
and
long
,
his
eyes
much
wrinkled
at
the
corners
,
and
he
wore
small
gold
ear
rings
in
his
neatly-set
well-shaped
ears
.
His
knitted
jersey
was
of
a
faded
blue
,
his
breeches
,
patched
and
stained
,
were
based
on
a
blue
foundation
,
and
his
small
belongings
that
he
carried
were
tied
up
in
a
blue
cotton
handkerchief
.
When
he
had
rested
awhile
the
stranger
sighed
,
snuffed
the
air
,
and
looked
about
him
.
"
That
was
clover
,
that
warm
whiff
on
the
breeze
,
"
he
remarked
;
"
and
those
are
cows
we
hear
cropping
the
grass
behind
us
and
blowing
softly
between
mouthfuls
.
There
is
a
sound
of
distant
reapers
,
and
yonder
rises
a
blue
line
of
cottage
smoke
against
the
woodland
.
The
river
runs
somewhere
close
by
,
for
I
hear
the
call
of
a
moorhen
,
and
I
see
by
your
build
that
you
're
a
freshwater
mariner
.
Everything
seems
asleep
,
and
yet
going
on
all
the
time
.
It
is
a
goodly
life
that
you
lead
,
friend
;
no
doubt
the
best
in
the
world
,
if
only
you
are
strong
enough
to
lead
it
!
"
"
Yes
,
it
's
the
life
,
the
only
life
,
to
live
,
"
responded
the
Water
Rat
dreamily
,
and
without
his
usual
whole-hearted
conviction
.
"
I
did
not
say
exactly
that
,
"
replied
the
stranger
cautiously
;
"
but
no
doubt
it
's
the
best
.
I
've
tried
it
,
and
I
know
.
And
because
I
've
just
tried
it
--
six
months
of
it
--
and
know
it
's
the
best
,
here
am
I
,
footsore
and
hungry
,
tramping
away
from
it
,
tramping
southwards
,
following
the
old
call
,
back
to
the
old
life
,
the
life
which
is
mine
and
which
will
not
let
me
go
.
"
"
Is
this
,
then
,
yet
another
of
them
?
"
mused
the
Rat
.
"
And
where
have
you
just
come
from
?
"
he
asked
.
He
hardly
dared
to
ask
where
he
was
bound
for
;
he
seemed
to
know
the
answer
only
too
well
.
"
Nice
little
farm
,
"
replied
the
wayfarer
,
briefly
.
"
Upalong
in
that
direction
--
"
he
nodded
northwards
.
"
Never
mind
about
it
.
I
had
everything
I
could
want
--
everything
I
had
any
right
to
expect
of
life
,
and
more
;
and
here
I
am
!
Glad
to
be
here
all
the
same
,
though
,
glad
to
be
here
!
So
many
miles
further
on
the
road
,
so
many
hours
nearer
to
my
heart
's
desire
!
"
His
shining
eyes
held
fast
to
the
horizon
,
and
he
seemed
to
be
listening
for
some
sound
that
was
wanting
from
that
inland
acreage
,
vocal
as
it
was
with
the
cheerful
music
of
pasturage
and
farmyard
.
