What followed I will not describe, but never shall I forget the scene of those two heaps of worrying wolves, and of the maniac Khan, who yelled in his fiendish joy, and cheered on his death-hounds ...
Now echoing from the trodden earth of the towing-path--not that on which our ponies travelled, but the other on the west bank of the river--was heard the beat of the hoofs of a horse galloping furi...
Then came a turn to the left, and ten more paces of passage, and lastly near certain steps running to some place unknown, another sharp turn to the right which led to our old chamber. Down the long...
The robins, I see, have made the coal-house their home. Waster Lunny's dog never barks without rousing my sluggish cat to a joyful response. It is Dutch courage with the birds and beasts of the gle...
