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I WAS glad enough, in all faith, to call a halt at the inn at Rosthwaite in obedience to the importunities of my men. Peter and Andrew, who had borne with me the burden of the day at the horse-fair at Keswick.
It was approaching sunset when we gained the little hamlet, and there was, still a good hour's ride home before us, so it behooved us not to tarry overlong. Just time to wash the dust from our throats and give our legs an easing-space, from the saddle-stiffness that was besetting us.