Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription YORKSHIRE VERSUS YORKSHIRE. 39
mighty frightened to know the mischief you're a-doing. Ten
to one you've got us into a hobble, now ; but there's nothing
to be done but to see it out."
The dog by this time rushed into the brush, and recoiled
instantly as he beheld the stranger. The quick, rapid cry
with which he had pursued the rabbit, was exchanged for the
protracted bark with which he precedes his assault upon the
man. His white teeth were displayed, and, as if conscious of
approaching support, he advanced boldly enough to the attack.
The woodman grew a little angry, and lifting his rifle in one
hand, while maintaining the terrified but quiet rabbit in the
other, he made an exhibition of it which prompted the cur to
give back. It was then that, through the bushes, he saw a
person approaching along the road whom he readily took to
be the. owner of the dog. He dropped his rifle instantly, which
be suffered to rest, out of sight, against a tree which stood be-
hind him ; and, hallooing to the new-comer, he advanced with-
out hesitation from his place of concealment into the road.
Blonay for it was he drew up his tacky, and the rifle
which he carried across the saddle, in his hand, was grasped
firmly, and, at the first moment, was partially uplifted ; but
seeing that the stranger was unarmed, he released his hold,
and saluted him with an appearance of' as much good-humor
as he could possibly put on. Thumbscrew advanced to him
with the trembling rabbit which he made the subject of his
first address.
How are you, stranger? I reckon this is some of your
property that I've got here�seeing as how your dog started
it. I cotched it 'twixt my legs the poor thing was so scared,
it did'nt know�not it that 'twas going out of the frying-pan
into the fire. It's your'n now ; though, dang it, stranger, if so
be you don't want it much, I'd rether now you'd tell me to put
it down in the bush and let it run, while you make your dog
hold iii. It's so scared, you see, and it's a pity to hurt any-
thing in natur when you see it scared."
He patted the feeble and trembling animal encouragingly
as he spoke, and Blonay was surprised that so large a man
should be so gently inclined. He himself cared little, at any