So they pursued their journey jailward along the old road through the woods.

Seas would be pools without the brushing air / To curl the waves.

I... bought a Farthel of Bread and a Mutckin of Ale.

This flood, or rather floodlet, was a veritable godsend, because it cleaned the river bed of the accumulated dirt of months and washed away great quantities of insect life which make the trout decline the angler's lure.