RAB AND HIS FRIENDS.

Still the Chicken holds; death not far
off. “Snuff! a pinch of snuff!” observed
a calm, highly-dressed young buck, with
an eye-glass in his eye. “Snuff, indeed!”
growled the angry crowd, affronted and
glaring. “Snuff! a pinch of snuff!” again
observes the buck, but with more urgen-
cy; whereon were produced several open
boxes, and from a mull which may have
been at Culloden, he took a pinch, knelt
down, and presented it to the nose of
the Chicken. ‘The laws of physiology and
of snuff take their course; the Chicken
sneezes, and Yarrow is free !

The young pastoral giant stalks off with
Yarrow in his arms—comforting him.

But the bull-terrier’s blood is up, and
his soul unsatisfied ; he grips the first dog
he meets, and discovering she is not a
dog, in Homeric phrase, he makes a brief
sort of amende, and is off. The boys,
with Bob and me at their head, are after

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