Walter Scott,
The Monastery — Chapter XII
(1912)
“ A peasant to dwell; Thou mayst drive the dull steer, And chase the king's deer, But never more come near This haunted well.' 'If what thou sayest be true,' said the undaunted boy, 'my destinies are higher than thine own. There shall be neither well nor wood which I dare not visit. No fear of aught, natural or supernatural, shall bar my path through my native valley.' He had scarce uttered the words, when they both descended through the earth with a rapidity which took away Halbert's breath and every other sensation, saving that of being hurried on with the utmost velocity. ”
