I was a boy here ! '' The Spirit gazed upon him mildly . Its gentle touch , though it had been light and instantaneous , appeared still present to the old man 's sense of feeling . He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air , each one connected with a thousand thoughts , and hopes , and joys , and cares long , long forgotten ! `` Your lip is trembling , '' said the Ghost . `` And what is that upon your cheek ? '' Scrooge muttered , with an unusual catching in his voice , that it was a pimple ; and begged the Ghost to lead him where he would . `` You recollect the way ? '' inquired the Spirit . `` Remember it ! '' cried Scrooge with fervour ; `` I could walk it blindfold . '' `` Strange to have forgotten it for so many years ! '' observed the Ghost . `` Let us go on . '' -LSB- Illustration : `` You recollect the way ? '' inquired the spirit . `` Remember it ! '' cried Scrooge with fervour ; `` I could walk it blindfold . '' -RSB- They walked along the road , Scrooge recognising every gate , and post , and tree , until a little market-town appeared in the distance , with its bridge , its church , and winding river . Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs , who called to other boys in country gigs and carts , driven by farmers .
All these boys were in great spirits , and shouted to each other , until the broad fields were so full XXXXX merry music , that the crisp air laughed to hear it .
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