LXXIV.

"Call Junius!" From the crowd a shadow stalked[538]. And at the name there was a general squeeze, So that the very ghosts no longer walked In comfort, at their own aërial ease, But were all rammed, and jammed (but to be balked, As we shall see), and jostled hands and knees, Like wind compressed and pent within a bladder, Or like a human colic, which is sadder.[hh]