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but the briar failed of its office. The spade 

 and pick were again resorted to, and observ- 

 ations were taken by a small boy. 



" The daag have him ! " 



" Is it by the tail ? " 



** No, but in a throttlesome way ! *' 



" Come out now," interposed Danny-O, 

 " till I thry could I ketch a ho wit of him." 



" Put on yer glove, Dan; take care would 

 he bite ye." ** Sure, the gloves is no use, 

 only silk." " A fox can't bite through silk. 

 Wrop yer hand in silk and he can't put a 

 tooth through it ! " Thus, and much more 

 from the chorus, while Dan, addressing an 

 eye of scornful and civilized humour to Mr. 

 Glasgow, commanded that a " gowlogue " 

 and a bag should be brought to him. The 

 young man who had been leading his horse 

 about leaped into the saddle and undertook 

 the errand, and the little boy who had been 

 entrusted with the doctor's wounded chest- 

 nut immediately pursued him at an emulous 

 canter, with his bare feet thrust into the 

 stirrup-leathers. Presently both returned 



