After a while he arose, again asking himself how should he become a leader, who had not the perseverance to enter a city in peaceful guise?
Not knowing what else to do, he followed the creek round the foot of the hill, and so onwards for a mile or more.

This bank was steep, on account of the down; the other cultivated, the corn being already high.

The cuckoo sang (she loves the near neighbourhood of man) and flew over the channel towards a little copse.

Almost suddenly the creek wound round under a low chalk cliff, and in a moment Felix found himself confronted by another city.

This had no wall; it was merely defended by a ditch and earthwork, without tower or bastion.
The houses were placed thickly together; there were, he thought, six or seven times as many as he had previously seen, and they were thatched or shingled, like those in his own country.