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           Youhaveheardgrasshopperswhirringinthegrassinthesummertime?Well,Ihadnosoonerclosedmyeyes,thanmybody,andaboveallmyhead,belly,andwrists,seemedtobefilledwithwhirringgrasshoppers;andImustopenmyeyesagainatonce,andtumbleandtoss,andsitupandliedown;andlookattheskywhichdazzledme,oratCluny’swildanddirtysentries,peeringoutoverthetopofthebraeandchatteringtoeachotherintheGaelic.

           ThatwasalltherestIhad,untilthemessengerreturned;when,asitappearedthatClunywouldbegladtoreceiveus,wemustgetoncemoreuponourfeetandsetforward.Alanwasinexcellentgoodspirits,muchrefreshedbyhissleep,veryhungry,andlookingpleasantlyforwardtoadramandadishofhotcollops,ofwhich,itseems,themessengerhadbroughthimword.Formypart,itmademesicktohearofeating.Ihadbeendead-heavybefore,andnowIfeltakindofdreadfullightness,whichwouldnotsuffermetowalk.Idriftedlikeagossamer;thegroundseemedtomeacloud,thehillsafeather-weight,theairtohaveacurrent,likearunningburn,whichcarriedmetoandfro.Withallthat,asortofhorrorofdespairsatonmymind,sothatIcouldhaveweptatmyownhelplessness.

           IsawAlanknittinghisbrowsatme,andsupposeditwasinanger;andthatgavemeapangoflight-headedfear,likewhatachildmayhave.Iremember,too,thatIwassmiling,andcouldnotstopsmiling,hardasItried;forIthoughtitwasoutofplaceatsuchatime