It's easy to remember the Human Colossus.

Good-bye." And he shambled off through the trees to the road.
They had their last lunch with Kink just outside Faringdon's red town, and then sped him on his solitary way home, promising, however, to come and meet him somewhere outside London in three or four days' time; and so they stood in a group in the middle of the road until the Slowcoach and its driver and its black guardian were out of sight.

And if some of their eyes were not quite dry, I am sure you don't blame them.
"Now," said Robert, as he made a note of what his pedometer said--sixty-seven miles and a quarter, for he considered this the end of the real walk--"now for the station." First, however, a telegram had to go, and Hester insisted on sending it, as she had an idea, and this is what she sent: "Avory, The Gables, Chiswick.

Alas! alack! we're coming back." They caught a train on the funny little branch-line which turned them out at Uffington, and, armed with Mr.Scott's present, "The Scouring of the White Horse," which Mary carried and occasionally read scraps from as they walked along, they made for the green hills and the famous animal cut on their side.

To reach it was impossible, for the London train left at 6.24, and it was now nearly three, and there was tea to be eaten; but they came near enough to see it distinctly, and to marvel that the name of horse should ever have been given to it.