For the next half-hour the Dean and his party patrolled the
college, and succeeded at the last in restoring order, though not
without some undignified and disagreeable passages. The lights on
the staircases, which generally burnt all night, were of course
put out as they approached. On the first staircase which they
stormed, the porter's lantern was knocked out of his hand by an
unseen adversary, and the light put out on the bottom stairs. On
the first landing the bursar trod on a small terrier belonging to
a fast freshman, and the dog naturally thereupon bit the bursar's
leg; while his master and other _enfants perdus_, taking
advantage of the diversion, rushed down the dark stairs, past the
party of order, and into the quadrangle, where they scattered
amidst a shout of laughter. While the porter was gone for a
light, the Dean and his party rashly ventured on a second ascent.
Here an unexpected catastrophy awaited them. On the top landing
lived one of the steadiest men in college, whose door had been
tried shortly before. He had been roused out of his first sleep,
and, vowing vengeance on the next comers, stood behind his oak,
holding his brown George, or huge earthenware receptacle, half
full of dirty water, in which his bed-maker had been washing up
his tea-things. Hearing stealthy steps and whisperings on the
stairs below, he suddenly threw open his oak, discharging the
whole contents of his brown George on the approaching
authorities, with a shout of, "Take that for your skulking."
The exasperated Dean and tutors rushing on, seized their
astonished and innocent assailant, and after receiving
explanations, and the offer of clean towels, hurried off again
after the real enemy. And now the porter appeared again with a
light, and, continuing their rounds, they apprehended and
disarmed Drysdale, collected the college plate, marked down
others of the rioters, visited Chanter's rooms, held a parley
with the one of their number who was screwed up in his rooms, and
discovered that the bars had been wrenched out of the kitchen
window. After which they retired to sleep on their indignation,
and quiet settled down again on the ancient and venerable
college.
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