... eight of the •• ferociousest kind of cows, fell through a bush fence, and was then at the berry patch. . I was working for blackberry jam, and so I persevered. The briars raked across my hands, the mosquitoes raised great mounds on my nose, and the sun planted ...

... Mole ; then the young gentlemen at the lolging-house where I was took to giving me all sorts o' names: Double Smut,' and Blackberry,' and Plumbago. But bless Ter 'art, sir, I didn't mind, for it's all natur with me. No soap wouldn't get me clean. Ter ...