So we hurried away.

When far on our road, we had a parting view of the Parthenon, with the moonlight streaming through its open colonnades and touching its capitals with silver.

As it looked then, solemn, grand, and beautiful it will always remain in our memories.
As we marched along, we began to get over our fears, and ceased to care much about quarantine scouts or any body else.

We grew bold and reckless; and once, in a sudden burst of courage, I even threw a stone at a dog.

It was a pleasant reflection, though, that I did not hit him, because his master might just possibly have been a policeman.