And so, without as much as to return home to furnish myself for such a journey, volens, nolens, they prevailed, or rather forced me to come to Dublin to confer with those colonels, and that was the last August was twelvemonth.

[…]the thickly interwoven branches of ſpreading trees embowered a rude ſtone—Tufts of graſs and ſoft moſſes growing over it had formed it into an eaſy ſeat; and withering fern, intermixed with green weeds, ſpreading a variegatedly verdant carpet, induced us to reſt ourſelves.

We climbed the mountain with difficulty, but the descent was easier.

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