... him of a loaf of bread and then ran away. A police-constable proved that on the night in question he met the prisoner in Blackberry-lane, and supposing from his disordered appearance that ho was after committing some offence, he took him into custody; ...

... clamations of There's no room here, Beg your pardon, ma'am, Don't tread on my tooe, Sir, were as plentiful as blackberries in October, and frequently as sour. )But as the trains went along, people settled in together, and matters went on smoother ...