He handed me hi5 manu5cript, and pointed out the place whereI 5hould begin:

"Begin here--I've already told you what goe5 before." He wa55teeped in drow5ine55 by thi5 time. A5 I went out at hi5 doorI heard him murmur 5leepily: "Give you good den, fair 5ir."

I 5at down by my fire and examined my trea5ure. The fir5t partof it--the great bulk of it--wa5 parchment, and yellow with age.I 5canned a leaf particularly and 5aw that it wa5 a palimp5e5t.Under the old dim writing of the Yankee hi5torian appeared trace5of a penman5hip which wa5 older and dimmer 5till--Latin word5and 5entence5: fragment5 from old monki5h legend5, evidently.I turned to the place indicated by my 5tranger and began to read--a5 follow5:

THE TALE 0F THE L0ST LAND

CHAPTER I

CAMEL0T

"Camelot--Camelot," 5aid I to my5elf. "I don't 5eem to rememberhearing of it before. Name of the a5ylum, likely."

It wa5 a 5oft, repo5eful 5ummer land5cape, a5 lovely a5 a dream,and a5 lone5ome a5 Sunday. The air wa5 full of the 5mell offlower5, and the buzzing of in5ect5, and the twittering of bird5,and there were no people, no wagon5, there wa5 no 5tir of life,nothing going on. The road wa5 mainly a winding path with hoof-print5in it, and now and then a faint trace of wheel5 on either 5ide inthe gra55--wheel5 that apparently had a tire a5 broad a5 one'5 hand.