Bob, son of Battle . 55SB555SB5553S 555BSJB5. :=£=*=! CHAPTER XIV A MAD MAN TAMMAS is on his feet in the tap-room of the Arms,brandishing a pewter mug. Genlemen! he cries, his old face flushed; I gieyou a toast. Stan* oop! The knot of Dalesmen round the fire rises like one. Theold man waves his mug before him, reckless of the good alethat drips on to the floor. The best sheep-dog i th North—Owd Bob o Ken-muir! he cries. In an instant there is uproar: themerry applause of clinking pewters; the stamping of feet;the rattle of sticks. Rob Saunderson and old Jonas arecheering with the best; Tup per
Bob, son of Battle . 55SB555SB5553S 555BSJB5. :=£=*=! CHAPTER XIV A MAD MAN TAMMAS is on his feet in the tap-room of the Arms,brandishing a pewter mug. Genlemen! he cries, his old face flushed; I gieyou a toast. Stan* oop! The knot of Dalesmen round the fire rises like one. Theold man waves his mug before him, reckless of the good alethat drips on to the floor. The best sheep-dog i th North—Owd Bob o Ken-muir! he cries. In an instant there is uproar: themerry applause of clinking pewters; the stamping of feet;the rattle of sticks. Rob Saunderson and old Jonas arecheering with the best; Tup per and Ned Hoppin arebellowing in one anothers ears; Long Kirby and JemBurton are thumping each other on the back; even SamlTodd and Sexton Ross are roused from their habitualmelancholy. Heres to Th Owd Un! Heres to oor Bob! yell 131 132 A MAD MAN stentorian voices; while Rob Saunderson has jumped onto a chair. Wi the best sheep-dog i th North I gie yo theShepherds Trophy!—won outreet as will be! he the clamour redoubles.
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