A QUIET BYE 



The lumbering brute acknowledged the compli- 

 ment with a sort of half hitch of a kick. ' Great 

 henterpriseless brute do believe you'd rayther 

 'ave a feed o' corn than the finest run wot ever 

 was seen,' observed Mr. Jorrocks, cropping him. 

 Night had now closed in, and even the sort of 

 light of darkness that remains so long to the 

 traveller who journeys onward with the closing 

 day, deserted him, and earth and sky assumed the 

 same sombre hue : 



' The dragon wing of night o'erspread the earth.' 



Scarce a star was visible in the firmament, and the 

 few scattered lights that appeared here and there 

 about the country, seemed like snatches of hope 

 lit up for the moment to allure and perplex the 

 wanderer. 



'If ever mortal man catches me in such a 

 quandary as this again,' exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, 

 ' I 'opes oh, dear ! who 's there ? Cus those 

 Seidlitz pooders ! Speak, I say ! vot are you ? 

 Come hup, 'oss, I say!' roared he, ramming the 



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