... . wretched “screws” imaginable. Indeed, old Bill Ward would say. they looked like “ gipsies' dogs who had been trained blackberries, swede turnips, and rope ends. The blnid. the maimed, and the halt stood massed pitifully, or else were driven about to ...

... stop long the reiiast. Again the same beat waa pursued, although itwasonlv a matter of walking, for fur was plentiful as blackberries all over the estate, and the time we had reached Smea, the programme for the day—making, with four umleoideds. sixty-two ...