"Off she goes, then. And get on, my lads!"
We were again upon the melancholy road by which we had come, tearing up the miry sleet and thawing snow as if they were torn up by a waterwheel.
Off she goes. Get on, my lads!"
We were again upon the melancholy road by which we had come, tearing up the miry sleet and thawing snow like a waterwheel.