At noon he was still tramping — among the rabble which followed after the

Royal procession now; for he argued that this regal display would attract his

Little lunatic powerfully. He followed the pageant through all its devious

Windings about London, and all the way to Westminster and the Abbey. He

Drifted here and there among the multitudes that were massed in the vicinity

For a weary long time, baffled and perplexed, and finally wandered off

Thinking, and trying to contrive some way to better his plan of campaign. By

And by, when he came to himself out of his musings, he discovered that the

Town was far behind him and that the day was growing old. He was near the

River, and in the country; it was a region of fine rural seats — not the sort of

District to welcome clothes like his.

It was not at all cold; so he stretched himself on the ground in the lee of a

Hedge to rest and think. Drowsiness presently began to settle upon his senses;

The faint and far-off boom of cannon was wafted to his ear, and he said to

himself, 'The new king is crowned,' and straightway fell asleep. He had not

Slept or rested, before, for more than thirty hours. He did not wake again

Until near the middle of the next morning.

He got up, lame, stiff, and half famished, washed himself in the river, stayed

His stomach with a pint or two of water, and trudged off toward Westminster