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quite sure a party of men dash down the hill, across 

 the moor, and on to the road which divides a portion 

 of the moor from the other bog-land. In a red-hot 

 sheet of flame, it advances with a roar high up ; driven 

 of the wind, it clears and passes on over the crest 

 of the hill ; and with a rush down the other side, 

 passes over the wet moorland ; then it dies out, 

 stopped by the wide highroad. With clothes 

 scorched and torn, black as sweeps, we called the 

 roll over. 



" Any one' hurt ? Speak up ! " 



" No, no." 



"Any stock hurt ? " 



"No." 



"Anybody thirsty?" 



" Every man jack of us ! " 



" Yes," on all sides. 



"And you shall have the beer, too, if I have to 

 start brewing to-morrow," shouts a voice close at 

 hand. " But I reckon I won't have to do that ; and 

 the young uns — them that belongs to the temper- 

 ance and Band of Hope — shall have milk ; and if 

 there ain't enough for 'em in the dairy, somebody 



