There, I've trained you enough for to-day; now, sirrah, crouch down in the shade, and be quiet .-- I'm rested.

So, here's for a stroll, and a reverie homeward:-- Up, carcass, and march.' So the carcass demurely rose and paced, and the philosopher meditated.

He was intent upon squaring the circle; but bump he came against a bough.

'How now, clodhopping bumpkin! you would take advantage of my reveries, would you?
But I'll be even with you;' and seizing a cudgel, he laid across his shoulders with right good will.

But one of his backhanded thwacks injured his spinal cord; the philosopher dropped; but presently came to.