Cross the canal yonder, and bear away to the west.

There's a road'll take you to Nieupoort.

But first you'll have to pass this cursed dyke, unless you care to follow us back to the town and walk round." "Thank you, no; I'll push on.

I've crossed the dyke twice already this evening, and a second wetting won't matter much.

Besides, I see my sword and shoes lying on the other bank." He said farewell, slid down into the dyke again, and swam across.
Then, regaining his property, he turned, called back another "Good night!" and bore resolutely across the meadow, the water squishing in his shoes at every step.