tinkling of the brooks lulled the unwary to sleep. And he who gave himself up to slumber in these places was not likely to rise or wake again in this world.
Through this wilderness way they therefore went; and Greatheart went before them, for he was their guide. They went on here, each man with his sword drawn in his hand, for they knew it was a dangerous place.
Now, they had not gone far when a great mist fell upon them all, so that they could scarce see one another. They were therefore forced to grope their way, being guided by the voice of Greatheart; for they walked not by sight. Sorry going it was for the best of them all; but worse for the women and children, whose feet and hearts were tender.
Nor was there in all this wilderness way any inn where they might lodge and refresh themselves. But there was much puffing and sighing and complaining. Now one would tumble over a bush, another would stick fast in the dirt, and still another would lose his shoes in the mire.
At length they came to an arbor, warm and shady, with pleasant mossy seats offering rest. Here, too, was a couch whereon they might lie; and here were all
