All explanation and description he cut short by the simple process of moving on.
"What these fellows want," he seemed to say to himself, "is to go home and tell people they have seen these things.

If I am doing them an injustice, if they are more intelligent than they look, they can get better information than this old fool of mine is giving them from the guide book.

Who wants to know how high a steeple is?
You don't remember it the next five minutes when you are told, and if you do it is because you have got nothing else in your head.

He just tires me with his talk.
Why doesn't he hurry up, and let us all get home to lunch ?" Upon reflection, I am not sure that wall-eyed old brute had not sense on its side.

Anyhow, I know there have been occasions, with a guide, when I would have been glad of its interference.
But one is apt to "sin one's mercies," as the Scotch say, and at the time we cursed that horse instead of blessing it..