The mare soon after my entrance rose from her mat, and coming up close, after having nicely obAr served my hands and face, gave me a most contemptuous look , and turning to the horse I heard the word Yahoo often repeated betwixt them, the ... I took it in my hand, and having smelt it, returned it to him again as civilly as I could. ... 1 considered that I could contrive to make of them a kind of bread, which might be sufficient with milk to keep me alive till I could make my escape to anbsp;...
|Title||:||The works of Jonathan Swift, containing papers not hitherto publ. With memoir of the author by T. Roscoe|