and pull'd, and haul'd, to try to turn him, but to no purpose; for he made a sort of a shy towards the cliff, and down we both went, by G—d. As good luck would have it, we came plump into a large apple-tree, in a church-yard, where we swung for some time, but the boughs gave way, and brought us safe and sound to land. I tipp'd my nag over a broken place in the wall, and soon found the hounds again. But the finest thing of all was, when we first lit in the apple-tree, up bounced a fine girl from underneath; and a moment after, ecod! old Pudding-sleeves himself, in full regimentals; I gave him a tantara, and the Doctor ran like a hare. You may insert this if you please, and as it's a fact, you may tack my name to it; being,
Your humble servant,
Henry Beagle, Jun.
Huntscrag, Northumberland.
