The buriers, seeing how matters stood, and that their superstitious fears were altogether groundless, now returned, and one of them, producing a phial of vinegar, sprinkled the fainting man with it, and speedily brought him to himself.

But though so far recovered, his terror had by no means abated, and he declared his firm conviction that he was infected by the pestilence.
"I have been carried towards the plague-pit by mistake," he said.

"I shall soon be conveyed thither in right earnest, and not have the power of frightening away my conductors on the road." "Pooh! pooh!" cried one of the buriers, jestingly.

"I hope you will often ride with us, and play us many a merry tune as you go.

You shall always be welcome to a seat in the cart." "Be of good cheer," added Leonard, "and all will be well.