Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century
Resolved to stop their cockadoodledooing, so set off at a jog-trot.
Passing thro’ a field of bone manure, the dogs unfortunately set to
work upon the bones, and we couldn’t get ’em to go a step further
at no price. Got vithin gun-shot of two of the birds, vich Higgins
said they vos two game cocks: but Hicks, who had often been to
Vestminster Pit, said no sitch thing; as game cocks had got short
square tails, and smooth necks, and long military spurs; and these
had got long curly tails, and necks all over hair, and scarce any
spurs at all. Shot at ’em as pheasants, and believe we killed ’em
both; but, hearing some orrid screams come out of the plantation
immediately hafter, ve all took to our ’eels and ran avay vithout
stopping to pick either of ’em up.--After running about two miles,
Hicks called out to stop, as he had hobserved a covey of wild ducks
feeding on a pond by the road side. Got behind a haystack and shot
at the ducks, vich svam avay hunder the trees. Figgins wolunteered
to scramble down the bank, and hook out the dead uns vith the
but-hend of his gun. Unfortunately bank failed, and poor F. tumbled
up to his neck in the pit. Made a rope of our pocket-handkerchiefs,
got it round his neck, and dragged him to the _Dog and Doublet_,
vere ve had him put to bed, and dried. Werry sleepy with the
hair and hexercise, so after dinner took a nap a-piece.--Woke by
the landlord coming in to know if ve vos the gentlemen as had
shot the hunfortunate nursemaid and child in Mr. Smithville’s
plantation. Swore ve knew nothing about it, and vile the landlord
was gone to deliver our message, got out of the back vindow, and
ran avay across the fields. At the end of a mile, came suddenly
upon a strange sort of bird, vich Hicks declared to be the
cock-of-the-woods. Sneaked behind him and killed him. Turned out to
be a peacock. Took to our heels again, as ve saw the lord of the
manor and two of his servants vith bludgeons coming down the gravel
valk towards us. Found it getting late, so agreed to shoot our vay
home. Didn’t know vere ve vos, but kept going on.--At last got to a
sort of plantation, vere ve saw a great many birds perching about.
Gave ’em a broadside, and brought down several. Loaded again, and
killed another brace. Thought ve should make a good day’s vork of
it at last, and vas preparing to charge again, ven two of the new
police came and took us up in the name of the Zolorogical Society,
in whose gardens it seems ve had been shooting. Handed off to
the Public Hoffice, and werry heavily fined, and werry sewerely
reprimanded by the sitting magistrate.--Coming away, met by the
landlord of the _Dog and Doublet_, who charged us with running off
without paying our shot; and Mr. Smithville, who accused us of
manslaughtering his nurse-maid and child; and, their wounds not
having been declared immortal, ve vos sent to spend the night in
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