One gush of dark red gore--one plunging effort, and the superb
and stately beast lay motionless forever--while the loud death halloo
rang over the broad valley--all fears, all perils, utterly forgotton in
the strong rapture of that thrilling moment.
SNIPE ON THE UPLAND
"Now then, boys, we've no time to loose," said Archer, as he replaced
his knives, which he had been employed in wiping with great care, in
their respective scabbards, "it's getting toward eight o'clock, and I
feel tolerably peckish, the milk punch and biscuits notwithstanding; we
shall not be in the field before ten o'clock, do our best for it. Now,
Jem," he continued, as that worthy, followed by David Seers and the
Captain made their appearance, hot and breathless, but in high spirits
at the glorious termination of the morning's sport--"Now, Jem, you and
the Captain must look out a good strong pole, and tie that fellow's
legs, and carry him between you as far as Blain's house--you can come up
with the wagon this afternoon and bring him down to the village. What
the deuce are you pottering at that colt about, Tom? He's not hurt a
pin's value, on the contrary--"
"Better for 't, I suppose, you'll be a tellin' me torights; better for
that all-fired etarnal tumble, aint he?" responded the fat chap, with a
lamentable attempt at an ironical smile, put on to hide his real
chagrin.
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