. Little journeys abroad . d had crossed the ruts on 272 LITTLE JOURNEYS ABROAD. the road to the ninth, when Tim ex-claimed, Hi! dash my luck, where did myball cm? Here, sir, here, breathlessly chirpedthe caddies, fluttering on to the mouthof a black little hole in the ground. Here, Mr. Speckle-back, give us ourball, please! What do ee want at this hour o tnight? Barring loydies, I dont turn outfort anybody, grumbled in sleepy broadSuffolk the toad in the hole. Here was a dilemma. No entreatiescould stir him. The ill-natured old fellowwas too lazy to move, and finally Tim cried, Never mind! Co
. Little journeys abroad . d had crossed the ruts on 272 LITTLE JOURNEYS ABROAD. the road to the ninth, when Tim ex-claimed, Hi! dash my luck, where did myball cm? Here, sir, here, breathlessly chirpedthe caddies, fluttering on to the mouthof a black little hole in the ground. Here, Mr. Speckle-back, give us ourball, please! What do ee want at this hour o tnight? Barring loydies, I dont turn outfort anybody, grumbled in sleepy broadSuffolk the toad in the hole. Here was a dilemma. No entreatiescould stir him. The ill-natured old fellowwas too lazy to move, and finally Tim cried, Never mind! Count that ball lost. Ihave plenty more in my pockets. Playfrom outside the hole. And on wentthe game as madly and merrily as no time they were putting for thelast hole. Ha! ha ! I ve won the monthly medal, IN GOLF-LAND. 273 shouted Jack, neatly sending his ball intohole number eighteen. Rum, turn, tiddledy yum, whos fora drink with me ? sang Tim, as he racedoff to the brook. And the game of golf was ended. -^ ■:.
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