TheyCometotheDryTreePresentlyastheyrodetheyhadbeforethemoneofthegreatestofthoseland-waves，andtheyclimbeditslowly，goingafootandleadingtheirhorses；butwhentheywerebutalittlewayfromthebrowtheysaw，overagapthereof，something，asitwerehugehornsrisingupintotheairbeyondthecrestoftheridge。
Sotheymarvelled，anddrewtheirswords，andheldthemstillawhile，misdoubtingifthiswereperchancesometerriblemonsterofthewaste；
butwhereasthethingmovednotatall，theypluckedupheartandfaredon。
Socametheytothebrowandlookedoveritintoavalley，aboutwhichonallsideswenttheridge，savewhereitwasbrokendownintoanarrowpassonthefurtherside，sothatthesaidvalleywasliketooneofthosetheatresoftheancientRomanFolk，whereofaresometobeseenincertainlands。
Neitherdidthosedesertbencheslacktheirsitters；