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128 On, on he went by acres full of grain,
 * By trees and meadows reeling past his sight,

As to a man whirled onwards in a train
 * The land with spinning hedgerows seems in flight;

At last he stopped and leant a long, long while Against a stile.

Hours passed; the clock struck ten; a hush of night,
 * In which even wind and water seemed at peace;

But here and there a glimmering cottage light
 * Shone like a glowworm through the slumberous trees;

Or from some far-off homestead through the dark A watch-dog's bark.

But all at once Sam gave a stifled cry:
 * "There's fire," he muttered, "fire upon the hills!"