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With your knife?" "No-o-o! Shot. You shall have the next. Don't want a howl, I s'pose?" "Yes, yes, a white one. Do shoot one for me, there's a good chap." "Well, p'raps I may. I know where there's a nest." "Do you? Oh, where?" cried Mercer. "I want to see one, so does he this chap here." "Well, it's in the pigeon-cote up agen Dawson's oast-house, only he won't have 'em touched." "What a shame!"
"The Bull" is a plain, square, whitewashed building, with a sloping roof, and before the door an open portico, wherein are set two seats on which one may sit of a sunny afternoon with a mug of ale at one's elbow and watch the winding road, the thatched cottages bowered in roses, or the quiver of distant trees where the red, conical roof of some oast-house makes a vivid note of color amid the green.
The park is open to visitors here comes a gay four-in-hand heavily loaded sweeping by on its road to that summer town. There is much ironstone in the soil round about. At the edge of the park stands an old farmhouse of timber and red tile, with red oast-house beside it, built with those gables which our ancestors seemed to think made such excellent rooms within.
At the edge of the trees stands an old timbered farmstead, whose gables and dark lines of wood have not been painted in the memory of man, dull and weather-beaten, but very homely; and by it rises the delicate cone of a new oast-house, the tiles on which are of the brightest red.
I exclaimed. " yet oftener as a smith " "Hum!" said I. " and most of all as a man." "As a man!" said I, and, turning my back upon the bellows, I sat down upon the anvil and, taking my chin in my hand, stared away to where the red roof of old Amos's oast-house peeped through the swaying green of leaves. "As a man?" said I to myself again, and so fell a-dreaming of this Charmian.
Come and take hold of his legs, two on you, and Smiler and me 'll carry this end." "Where to?" asked one of the men, who seized a leg. "Tak' un up to the oast-house. Here! one o' you go and fatch a policemun and 'nother on you goo right on and tell doctor what we found. How soon can you get there?" "'N 'our, cross the fields." "Cut, then. He'll gi'e you a ride back in his chay."
Keeping to the edge of the garden for a few yards, and passing alley after alley, till he came upon the end of one which looked fairly open, and which ran in the direction of the oast-house on the hill, Richard was about to plunge down this, when, all at once, there was a sharp, thin sound, followed by the loud whirr of wings, as an early covey of strongly-pinioned partridges, alarmed by the crack, sprang up, and flew over the tops of the poles, completely hidden by the vines.
It is long, but it has all the beef-bones in it, and all about St Alphege. Then the lady showed us the Danejohn, and it was like an oast-house. And Canterbury walls that Alphege defied the Danes from looked down on a quite common farmyard. The hospital was like a barn, and other things were like other things, but we went all about and enjoyed it very much.
Belloo sir, an' Master Georgy!" "Well, Adam, how are the hops?" "'Ops sir, there never was such 'ops, no, not in all Kent, sir. All I'm wishin' is that they was all safe picked, an' gathered. W'ot do you make o' them clouds, sir, over there, jest over the p'int o' the oast-house?" Bellew turned, and cast a comprehensive, sailor-like glance in the direction indicated.
But on galloped the great, black horse, by pointed oast-house, by gloomy church, on and ever on, his nostrils flaring, his eye wild, his laboring sides splashed with mire and streaked with foam and blood; on he galloped, faltering a little, stumbling a little, his breath coming in sobbing gasps, but maintaining still his long, racing stride; thundering through sleeping hamlets and waking echoes far and near, failing of strength, scant of breath, but indomitable still.
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