At Biggar, in Lanarkshire, as well as in several other places in Scotland, a very singular ancient practice is at times, though but rarely, revived.
Just as no dog ever came into the world under more favourable auspices, so no dog ever had a bigger "send-off" than Comet.
Its disciples will call a spade a spade; but only when it is a grave-digger's spade.
"What 'bout the nigger on watch?"
The rigor with which they enforce punctuality to its call, may be imagined from the fact, that a little boy only nine years old was whipped so severely by the driver, that in many places the whip cut through his clothes (which were of cotton,) for tardiness of not over three minutes.
I had a good many visits and flowers on New Year's day--which was an agreeable surprise--Lord Lyons, Orloff, the Sibberns, Comte de Sigur, M. Alfred Andre, and others.
At that, having first turned to see that all were clear of the line, I pressed down the trigger, my heart beating very fast and thick, and so in a moment the arrow was sped.
Then through the Hillton line went the St. Eustace players, breaking down with vigor born of desperation the blocking of their opponents.