As they swing on vast spits, composed of young trees, the firelight glimmers through their ribs, as if they were great lanterns.

But no matter, they are cooking,--nay, they are cooked.
One at least is taken off to cool, and will be replaced tomorrow to warm up.

It was roasted three hours, and well done, for I tasted it.

It is so long since I tasted fresh beef that forgetfulness is possible; but I fancied this to be successful.

I tried to imagine that I liked the Homeric repast, and certainly the whole thing has been far more agreeable than was to be expected.