I had no horse, and the deep and wheeling stream of the river, rendered turbid by the late tumult of which its channel had been the scene, and seeming yet more so under the doubtful influence of an imperfect moonlight, had no inviting influence for a pedestrian by no means accustomed to wade rivers, and who had lately seen horsemen weltering, in this dangerous passage, up to the very saddle-laps.

Why give you peace to this untemperate beast / That hath so long transgress'd you?

The tendrils of the naked flame stretched into the skies.

I tell you I was strongly tempted to perform a little hatchetation on them. And cigarette smoke? Phew!