h-u-c-k-l-e-y

Updated: June 26, 2025

'H-u-c-k-l-e-y, and wrote something in his note-book at which young Ollyett protested. A large red man on a grey horse who had been watching us from the other side of the hedge shouted an order we could not catch. The grey horse at once bolted, and we could hear the rider swearing all across the landscape. 'Damn it, man, you've got your silly fist on it! Take it off! Woodhouse shouted.

Rudyard Kipling - A Diversity of Creatures