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"Accohdbl', wun mo'nin' las' winteh, heaout Oi goos, o' course; 'n' my 'osses 'ed n't n' moo 'rn stahted trampin' loike; 'n' heverythink quiet 's zabbath, 'n' nubbody abeout f'r moiles; 'n' horf goos 'em 'osses loike billy-o; horf 'ey goos 'arf-ways reaoun' 'he paddick, 'n' inter 'e stockyaad 'n' 'ere 'ey boides; 'n' 'at dorg a-settin' in 'e panel, a-watchin' of 'em, loike Neaow, 'ow d'ye ceaount f'r 'at, lad?
"No; you're in for it," chuckled Moriarty. "Tole me 'is hown self, not three weeks agone. Camped hat hour ram-paddick, shiftin' Stewart's things to Queensland. An' wot war the hupshot? 'Stiddy, now, ses Hi 'w'e 's y' proofs? 'Some o' these young pups horter take a lessing horf o' you, Jack, ses you, jist now. You're right, Collings.
"Drive to Ludgate Circus and back, and beat the gentleman on the skates," said Malim to our driver, who was taking the race as though he assisted at such events in the course of his daily duty. "Hi shall say, 'Are you ready? Horf!" "We shall have Perkins applying to the Jockey Club for Ernest Willoughby's job," whispered Malim. "Are you ready? Horf!" Hatton was first off the mark.
"'E turns horf o' the main track t' other side the ram-paddick; through the Patagoniar; leaves hall gates hopen; fetches Nosey's place harter dark; houts file, an' hin with 'is mob, an' gives 'm a g-tful. Course, 'e clears befo' mo'nin'; an' through hour Sedan Paddick, an' back to Boottara that road. 'Ow do Hi know hall this? ses you?" "Ah!" said I wisely. "Well, I must be"
Oh, Gord! Hit almost caught me, sir. Hi'm has good as dead; Hi'm a marked man; that's wot Hi ham. Hit was a-goin' for to carry me horf, sir." "Stuff and nonsense," snapped Bradley. "Did you get a good look at it?" Tippet said that he did a much better look than he wanted. The thing had almost clutched him, and he had looked straight into its eyes "dead heyes in a dead face," he had described them.
"Follered hahteh me 'oss's 'eels heveh since. Hevery mo'nin', hit 's 'Cyows, Jack; we's y' cyows? An' horf goos Jack, 'ees hown self, 'n' fetches 'e cyows. "Beats all!" I murmured, thinking how the Munchausens run in all shapes; then, desiring to minister occasion to this somewhat clumsy practitioner, I continued, "I suppose you drop across some whoppers of snakes in your rounds, sir?"
Jim asked after the toy engine, and Bobbie pressed on his acceptance a moist, greasy package of toffee that she had made herself. Charmed by this attention, the engine-driver consented to consider her request that some day he would take Peter for a ride on the engine. "Stand back, Mates," cried the engine-driver, suddenly, "and horf she goes." And sure enough, off the train went.
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