'We know him indeed, this boy,' said Conall Cernach, 'and we know him none the worse that he is a fosterling of ours.

This done, he sank on to a stretcher, and glanced meditatively about the room.

Prussian Trenck […] jargons and jangles in an unmelodious manner.

Over hill, over dale / As we hit the dusty trail, / And those caissons go rolling along.