This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... is a tame rabbit," he said to the man who had remained with him; "look at its ears. I'll take it home for poor little Madge. It's like enough that she'll want something to amuse and comfort her, ere long!" And the old man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, before he took the frightened creature from ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ... is a tame rabbit," he said to the man who had remained with him; "look at its ears. I'll take it home for poor little Madge. It's like enough that she'll want something to amuse and comfort her, ere long!" And the old man wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, before he took the frightened creature from the net, and carefully deposited her in one of his large pockets, which he buttoned up to prevent her escape. And now, as we have seen Spot safely out of danger for the present, I must speak a word on another subject. Doubtless you have been wondering all this time how it was that Caleb, instead of fetching the doctor to his sick daughter-in-law, arrived so opportunely to capture the poachers. The thing came about simply enough. Though the old keeper walked as fast as his legs would carry him, he had scarcely proceeded a mile on the road to Stockford when he was overtaken by Mr. Wheatley, one of his master's tenants, who was driving a fast-trotting mare towards the same town. "Hollo!" cried the farmer, pulling short up, when he came opposite to Caleb; "what are you doing here, keeper? You should turn back, and be off to the wood: that is where you are wanted." "I don't know exactly what you mean, Mr. Wheatley," replied Caleb. "Then I'll tell you what I mean. I mean that as I came along I saw the two greatest poachers in the county, Ned Wilks and Sam Meadows, making towards the covert, and by the look of their pockets they had more in them than they could want for any honest purpose." Old Merton scratched his head, "Depend upon it then, sir, they've heard of my starting for Stockford, and have thought it a fine chance to do a night's work; and to think that I cannot be up sides with...
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