But to continue! After the Prince’s personal friends, there followed on in proper order, the Fairy workmen, all astride of dappled greys. Then came the surveyors’ instruments and all the machinery, tools, packages and materials; the longest, strangest procession that ever sallied forth from anywhere. At the extreme rear came the fairy cooks, with all their pots and pans, and fairy fireplaces; everything spotlessly clean and shining in the sunlight! The cooks all rode in fairy waggons, each about the size of a butter-box, and as white as snow! The waggons were drawn by coal-black ponies, whose highly polished coats rippled and shimmered whenever the sunbeams fell upon them. Surely never before had there been seen so uncommon a sight in all the world! There is perhaps no need to mention that all the fairy folk not going with the Prince turned out to see him and his retinue depart. Great was the cheering as each particular section passed along; and many a one openly speculated as to where they were all journeying, and what they were going to do. But the secret had been well kept, and all the guesses were wide of the mark. When the Prince and his party were fairly on their way, everything seemed somewhat quiet after the noisy send-off that had been given them. He, therefore, sent word along the line that he would like them to sing their new marching song. This particular song he had himself written, composed, and taught them during the time when they were preparing for the task upon which they had now set out. This is it:— Left! Right! Left! Right! On we go from morn till night; Heads up! Shoulders back! Stepping straightly on the track! Step strong! Move along! Cheer the journey with a song! Let the chorus roll and ring, As we all together sing: Step right! Keep bright! Soon will come the cooler night! Then shall all our marching cease, While we rest and take our ease, No one but ourselves to please, Till the morning light! Left! Right! Left! Right! Forward march to meet the night! Stride out! Sing and shout! Put your cares to right about! Step strong! Tramp along! Singing still the same old song! Send the words on aery wing, As we once again them sing! Step right! Keep bright! Soon will come the cooler night! Then shall all our marchings cease, While we rest and take our ease, No one but ourselves to please, Till the morning light.