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... received with groans, booings, and cries of Bull beef, and rabbits, Who stopped the footpaths, Who cut down the blackberries, and Who sent Jack Cartledge to prison. Mr. Fowler, after waiting some time, said he had come by request of his committee ...
... The hoed, ClatherWg Wild Roses, Convalescent, Firodb:g the Ducts, - Rustic Angler, 'the Cottag e Norm, The Blackberry Catheiers, A Shady Nook, and Winding Cotton. by Btrket Feller; Grandfather's Colleen, His Firm Wages, Threading ...
... received with groans, booings, and cries of Bull beef, and rabbits, Who stopped the footpaths, Who cut down the blackberries, and Who sent Jack Cartiedge to prison. Mr. Fowler, after waiting some time, said he had come by request of his committee ...
... Hill Read, ■ Gathering Wild Roses, Convales- cent, Feeding the Ducks, Bastio Angler, Ths Cottage Nurse, The Blackberry Gatherers, A Shady Nook. sad Winding Cotton by Birket Footer ; Gran df ath ex's Conceit His First Wages, ** ...
... three miles and a half. Magic, aged Alacrity g, 5 yrs Exning, 5 yrs Outcast, aged Hubert, aged Ivan, aged Golden Eye, aged } Blackberry, 5 yrs Findon, 5 yrs Gamesome, aged Lucy, 6 yrs Hastings, aged Glenlyon, aged Lord George, aged Lacemaker, 6 yrs St. Aba ...
... mil- and a half. Magic, aged Alacrity g, .> \ rs Exiting, ?? \ i- Outcast, aged Hubert, aged Ivan, aged Golden Eve, a^ed I Blackberry. 5 yrs Find. vi, 6 yrs Gamesome, a : v_ed Lucy, rt yrs Hastings, aged Glenlyon, aged Lord George, a'-jed l^aceriiaker, rt ...
... absence, I shall depend upon Morning Star, Eurotas will hardly go for the Open Hunters' Plate, for which I fancy Cardigan and Blackberry, and I can see nothing better than Gold Finder and Glenlyon in the Master of Hounds Steeple Chaae. There are some numerous ...
... regard o' dhrink he was cruel hard. Ay he got the taste ay a smell o' sperrits off ay a boy, he was at him like a cock to a blackberry. He'd pick, an pick, an pick, at him, until he wouldn't leave a flitther on him, an ye'd do all sorts to get out ay his ...