Chapter 20

"Now all is done that man can do,

And all is done in vain!

My love! my native land, adieu

For I must cross the main, My dear,

For I must cross the main."

Robert Burns, "It was a' for our Rightfu' King," II. 7–12.

The last chapter we left the combatants breathing in their narrow lists. Accustomed to the rude sports of wrestling and