When I came to again, I was sitting under an oak tree, on the grass, with a whole beautiful andbroad country landscape all to myself-nearly. Not entirely; for there was a fellow on a horse, looking down at me-a fellow fresh out of a picture-book. He was in old-time iron armor fromhead to heel, with a helmet on his head the shape of a nail-keg with slits in it; and he had a shield, and a sword, and a prodigious spear; and his horse had armor on, too, and a steel horn projectingfrom his forehead, and gorgeous red and green silk trappings that hung down all around him like abedquilt, nearly to the ground."Fair sir, will ye just?" said this fellow."Will I which?""Will ye try a passage of arms for land or lady or for-""What are you giving me?" I said. "Get along back to your circus, or I'll report you."Now what does this man do but fall back a couple of hundred yards and then come rushing at meas hard as he could tear, with his nail-keg bent down nearly to his horse's neck and his long spearpointed straight ahead. I saw he meant business, so I was up the tree when he arrive