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Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 3014    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

-the parsimonious brethren were confounded, and judged that the country would to a ce

and the mountains of the Lowes, together with the flocks of fat black-headed wedders,-they pressed their hands upon their lank sides, looked

s stomach, and marrow to his bones. It was observed, that, whenever he came in sight of one, he stroaked down his immense protuberance of paunch with both hands, and smacked his lips. He had been out the whole day, and was very h

g at his ease, with Mumps in his bosom. Of the dog he took no notice, but the sight of the boar exhilarated him; he drew in a great mouthful of breath, closed his lips, puffed out his cheeks, and made his two hands descend with a semi-circular sweep slowly down over the buttons of his doublet. It is impossible to tell how

man, not to let me know before this time of such a prize as this!-The very thing!-No words: the hog is mine. Name your price-Good security, Goodman

his feet, gave a great snuff, and grunted out a moan that would have pierced any heart but Gudgel's. "St Elijah!" said he, "what a fine animal!

y Walk, for it chanced to be the few minutes of their appearance in mortal frame. Their eyes had still the wild unearthly dash of sublimity in the

oeful work of annihilation will henceforth cease, for the evil principle shall not, as we dreaded, prevail in this little world of man, i

e Borderers coming down in full array; with a Chieftain of most undaunted might at their head. We must find means to warn the haughty Doug

id she that spoke first; and as she spoke she fixe

e freemen of the Border? Think not so seriously of this matter, for it will not abide a thought-from the spider to the ki

aces toward the ground; but as they lifted these with a soft movement towards heaven, a tear was glistening in each eye. Whether

our aid.-And the wild roe-deer? And the boar of Eildon? He, I suppose, may take his fate-he is not worthy our care farther.-A selfish grovelling

If you but saw the guise in which he is lying with his

ven to his dog," said she, "I would again renovate his frame to that image which he degr

the other, "go, and reconnoitre fo

ion over the fields was like a thing sailing on the wind. The other gli

The boar looked pitifully to Gudgel, and moaned so loud that Mumps fell a howling. "And I'll tell you what we'll do," continued Gudgel; "we'll have his kidneys roasted on a brander laid on the coals, and a stake cut from th

ropes tied round his legs; these they were afraid were scarcely strong enough, and at the request of the butcher, Pery lent her garters to strengthen the tie. Never was there a poor beast in such circumstances! He screame

shape like an Andro Ferrara, and fully half as long-felt for the boar's jugular vein, and then tried the edge and point of his knife against his nail-"He has a hide like the

standing wagging his tail, with his cheek pressed to that of the struggling panting victim, and always now and then gently kissing him, her heart was melted with pity. The dog cast the most beseeching look at her as she approached, which when she saw her resolution was fixed. She gave the monster three strokes with her wand, at each of which he uttered

nny queen is that has done this; but I'm sair mistaen gin I didna see the queen o' the fairies jink by the corner. I wonder gin the bloody hash will persist in kil

the following verse, to the tune of Tibby

kes and b

as lang'

hops, or m

king of a'

knife, so that he came close to his intended victim,

ye, neighbour

ared at what he now saw lying bound with the ropes and garters, and the dog still standing by. The knife fell out of his hand-his jaws fell down on his breast,

t was the matter-"Was he cut? Ha

power that the extreme of horror could give to such a voice. Gudgel beheld him from a window, and meeting him in the entr

butcher as he raised himself with one arm from t

d Gudgel,-"what of the boar? I

vil, sir-gang an' see, gan

a booby of a clown lying bound on the killing-stool, instead of his highly esteemed hog, he was utterly confounded, and wist not what to say, or how to express himself. He was in a monstrous rage, but he knew not on whom to vend it, his greasy wits being so completely bemired, that they were incapable of moving, turning, or compreh

there, all standing gaping with dismay, and only detained from precipitate flight by the presence of one another. T

to the fore o' h

-You miserable wretch!-you ugly whelp of a beast

ome ane, ye see, has made a man o' him-It was nae swine, but

ave nothing to eat!-nothing to eat!-nothing to eat!-Goodman Fletcher, you shall answer for this;-and you, friend beast, or swine, or warlock, or whatever you may be, shall not 'scape for nought;

re strangely against him, yet, so well were they accustomed to Croudy's innocent and stupid face, that they loosed him with trembling han

y main force, he would have torn out her hair and her eyes. He, however, accused her of being a witch, and took witn

for a time by some power of witchcraft or enchantment-they remembered how Mumps had still continued to recognise and acknowledge him in t

ake of her own preservation, instantly to change the clown again; "And, as it is all one to you," said he, "suppose

keep it, as he chose;-there were some others, who should

nd revolt at being killed and eaten himself; and when he thought of what he had just witnessed, he little wist how soon it might be his fate. He rode away from Eildon-Hall a great deal more hungry and more miserable than he came.

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