forgotten that it was called "The city of the people who are above
suspicion." Its Professors were evidently going to muster in great force
on Sunday; if two of them had robbed him, he could forgive them, for the
information he had gleaned from them had furnished him with a _pied a
terre_. Moreover, he had got as much Erewhonian money as he should want,
for he had resolved to retrace his steps immediately after seeing the
temple dedicated to himself. He knew the danger he should run in
returning over the preserves without a permit, but his curiosity was so
great that he resolved to risk it.

Soon after he had passed the statues he began to descend, and it being
now broad day, he did so by leaps and bounds, for the ground was not
precipitous. He reached his old camp soon after five--this, at any rate,
was the hour at which he set his watch on finding that it had run down
during his absence. There was now no reason why he should not take it
with him, so he put it in his pocket. The parrots had attacked his
saddle-bags, saddle, and bridle, as they were sure to do, but they had
not got inside the bags. He took out his English clothes and put them
on--stowing his bags of gold in various pockets, but keeping his
Erewhonian money in the one that was most accessible. He put his
Erewhonian dress back into the saddle-bags, intending to keep it as a
curiosity; he also refreshed the dye upon his hands, face, and hair; he
lit himself a fire, made tea, cooked and ate two brace of quails, which
he had plucked while walking so as to save time, and then flung himself
on to the ground to snatch an hour's very necessary rest. When he woke
he found he had slept two hours, not one, which was perhaps as well, and
by eight he began to reascend the pass.

He reached the statues about noon, for he allowed himself not a moment's
rest. This time there was a stiffish wind, and they were chanting