In the footsteps of Borrow & Fitzgerald . is pony and cart. It appearsthat the tinker, Slingsby by name, had been i8o IN THE FOOTSTEPS driven from his circuit by the FlamingTinman, the bruiser, who was prepared tohold the annexed circuit against all many wanderings and strangeadventures, as readers of Lavengro wellknow, he met the Flaming Tinman, andthe fight that took place is one of thebest pieces of descriptive writing Borrowhas given us :— ... he withdrew his eyes, and castthem on my little horse, which was feedingamongst the trees. Whats this? said he,rushing forward and seiz
In the footsteps of Borrow & Fitzgerald . is pony and cart. It appearsthat the tinker, Slingsby by name, had been i8o IN THE FOOTSTEPS driven from his circuit by the FlamingTinman, the bruiser, who was prepared tohold the annexed circuit against all many wanderings and strangeadventures, as readers of Lavengro wellknow, he met the Flaming Tinman, andthe fight that took place is one of thebest pieces of descriptive writing Borrowhas given us :— ... he withdrew his eyes, and castthem on my little horse, which was feedingamongst the trees. Whats this? said he,rushing forward and seizing the animal. Why, as I am alive, this is the horse ofthat mumping villain Slingsby. Its his no longer; I bought it andpaid for it. Its mine now, said the fellow. Iswore I would seize it the next time I foundit on my beat — ay, and beat the mastertoo. I am not Slingsby. Alls one for that. You dont say you will beat me? Afraid was the word. Im sick and feeble. Hold up your fists. Wont the horse satisfy you? Horse nor bellows OF BORROW AND FITZGERALD I8l No mercy, then? Heres at you I Mind your eyes, Jack ! There, youvegot it I I thought so, shouted the girl asthe fellow staggered back from a sharp blowin the eye. I thought he was chafhng atyou all along. Never mind, Anselo. You know whatto do—go in, said the vulgar woman, whohad hitherto not spoken a word, but whonow came forward with all the look of afury ; go in apopli ; youll smash ten likehe. The Flaming Tinman took her advice, andcame in bent on smashing, but stopped shorton receiving a left-handed blow on thenose. Youll never beat the Flaming Tinmanin that way, said the girl, looking at medoubtfully. And so I began to think myself, when,in the twinkling of an eye, the FlamingTinman, disengaging himself of his frock-coat and dashing off his red nightcap, camerushing in more desperately than ever. Toa flush hit, which he received in the mouth,he paid as little attention as a wild bullwould have done ; in a m
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