d tipsily
from within.

"Who goes there?" it said; and I replied, "A lawful traveller."

Immediately after, the door was unbarred by a company of the tallest
lads my eyes had ever rested on, all astonishingly drunk and very
decently dressed, and one (who was perhaps the drunkest of the lot)
carrying a tallow candle, from which he impartially bedewed the clothes
of the whole company. As soon as I saw them I could not help smiling to
myself to remember the anxiety with which I had approached. They
received me and my hastily-concocted story, that I had been walking from
Peebles and had lost my way, with incoherent benignity; jostled me among
them into the room where they had been sitting, a plain hedgerow
alehouse parlour with a roaring fire in the chimney and a prodigious
number of empty bottles on the floor; and informed me that I was made,
by this reception, a temporary member of the _Six-Feet-High Club_, an
athletic society of young men in a good station, who made of the
"Hunters' Tryst" a frequent resort. They told me I had intruded on an
"all-night sitting," following upon an "all-day Saturday tramp" of forty
miles; and that the members would all be up and "as right as ninepence"
for the noon-day service at some neighbouring church--Collingwood, if
memory serves me right. At this I could have laughed, but the moment
seemed ill-chosen. For, though six feet was their standard, they all
exceeded that measurement considerably; and I tasted again some of the
sensations of childhood, as I looked up to all these lads from a lower
plane, and wondered what they would do next. But the Six-Footers, if
they were very drunk, proved no less kind. The landlord and servants of
the "Hunters' Tryst" were in bed and asleep long ago. Whether by natural
gift or acquired habit they could suffer pandemonium to reign all over
the house, and yet lie ranked in the kitchen like Egyptian mummies, only
that the sound of their snoring rose and fell ceaselessly like the
drone of a bagpipe. Here the Six-Footers invaded them--in their citadel,
so to speak; counted the bunks and the sleepers; proposed to put me in
bed to one of the lasses, proposed to have one of the lasses out to make
room for me, fell over chairs, and made noise enough to waken the dead;
the whole illuminated by the same young torch-bearer, but now with two
candles, and rapidly beginning to look like a man in a snowstorm. At
last a bed was found for me, my clothes were hung out to