RAB AND HIS FRIENDS.

compassionate woman, fluttering wildly
round the outside, and using her tongue
and her hands freely upon the men, as so
many “brutes;” it is a crowd annular,
compact, and mobile—a crowd centripetal,
having its eyes and its heads all bent
downwards and inwards, to one common
focus.

Well, Bob and I are up, and find it is
not over: a small, thoroughbred, white
bull-terrier is busy throttling a large shep-
herd’s dog, unaccustomed to war, but not
to be trifled with. They are hard at it;
the scientific little fellow doing his work
in great style, his pastoral enemy fighting
wildly, but with the sharpest of teeth and
a great courage. Science and breeding,
however, soon had their own ; the Game
Chicken, as the premature Bob called him,
working his way up, took his final grip of
poor Yarrow’s throat—and he lay gasping
and done for. His master, a brown, hand-

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