As Soon As Gibbie Had Found A Stall For Crummie, And Thrown A Great
Dinner Before Her, He Turned and Sped back The Way He Had Come:
There Was No Time To Lose If He Would Have The Bridge To Cross The
Lorrie By; And His Was Indeed the Last Foot That Ever Touched it.
Guiding Himself By Well-Known Points Yet Salient, For He Knew The
Country Perhaps Better Than Any Man Born And Bred in it, He Made
Straight For Glashgar, Itself Hid In the Rain.