GRAFTON AGAIN THAT USELESS RAILWAY. 



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week. He donned the frock, but omitted the beaver. And 

 what happened ? He dropped short at a winsome ditch 

 fence being on the near side and the horse, "just from a 

 stone wall country you know," relapsed plaintively backwards, 

 to be buried out of sight all but his four new shoes. Young 

 Furiosus came after. He had been cigaretting at the moment 

 of starting "just his infernal luck ;" but, like a gallant lad, 

 was hard bent on repairing fortune. He had fixed his place 

 from across a twenty-acre field. What mattered it to him 

 that a smock-frocked shepherd stood waving and gesticulating 

 beyond the gap ? All the bucolics in the kingdom shouldn't 

 stop him. " Mind yourself, old gentleman ! out of the way, 



you fool ! " And my friend Cording had to cut it, for very 

 life, or be ridden on and demolished while over went Furiosus, 

 clearing the four glistening hoofs, casting a glance of scorn 

 and contempt on his despairing senior, and (as is right and 

 proper) thinking only of hounds in front. Draw your own 

 moral, reader. But don't disguise yourself as belonging to 

 another calling or you may be ridden down as a wolf in 

 shepherd's clothing. 



