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worth, followed by the terriers (even the 

 frauds) and men. The writer ran as hard as 

 he could leather along the top of the wood 

 and down this path to cut off the retreat. 

 He could hear the musical cry approaching, 

 when suddenly pursued and pursuers a 

 tangled mass came rolling like animated 

 furies towards him. His frantic efforts to 

 escape only landed him in fresh difficulties, 

 for as Fate decreed, a treacherous bush 

 hurled him backwards into misfortune and 

 the midst of the shindy. With unprecedented 

 agility, but with a pallid cheek and dewy 

 brow, he arose, and notwithstanding his 

 abominable funk, tailed the villainous badger, 

 amidst peals of rude and boisterous laughter. 

 And so ended a jolly day. 



