CHAPTER XXII
THE PRISONER AT THE BUNGALOW
So, exultant of heart, with front toward the bridges of
battle,
Sat they the whole night long, and the fires that they kindled
were many.
E'en as the stars in her train, with the moon as she walketh
in splendor,
Blaze forth bright in the heavens on nights when the welkin
is breathless,
Nights when the mountain peaks, their jutting cliffs, and
the valleys,
All are disclosed to the eye, and above them the fathomless
ether
Opens to star after star, and glad is the heart of the shepherd--
Such and so many the fires 'twixt the ships and the streams
of the Xanthus
Kept ablaze by the Trojans in front of the darkening city.
Over the plains were burning a thousand fires, and beside
them
Each sat fifty men in the firelight glare; and the horses,
Champing their fodder and barley white, and instant for
action,
Stood by the chariot-side and awaited the glory of morning.
_The Iliad_: Translation of Prentiss Cummings.
"In Vienna, Friday!"
"There should be great deeds, my dear Jules;" and Monsieur Durand
adjusted the wick of a smoking brass lamp that hung suspended from the
ceiling of a room of the inn, store and post-office at Lamar.
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