Thursday, October 11, 2007

animal painting

Gytrash: it was always alone; and goblins, to my notions, though
they might tenant the dumb carcasses of beasts, could scarce covet
shelter in the commonplace human form. No Gytrash was this,- only a
traveller taking the short cut to Millcote. He passed, and I went
on; a few steps, and I turned: a sliding sound and an exclamation of
'What the deuce is to do now?' and a clattering tumble, arrested my
attention. Man and horse were down; they had slipped on the sheet of
ice which glazed the causeway. The dog came bounding back, and
seeing his master in a predicament, and hearing the horse groan,
barked till the evening hills echoed the sound, which was deep in
they might tenant the dumb carcasses of beasts, could scarce covet
shelter in the commonplace human form. No Gytrash was this,- only a
traveller taking the short cut to Millcote. He passed, and I went
on; a few steps, and I turned: a sliding sound and an exclamation of
'What the deuce is to do now?' and a clattering tumble, arrested my
attention. Man and horse were down; they had slipped on the sheet of
ice which glazed the causeway. The dog came bounding back, and
seeing his master in a predicament, and hearing the horse groan,
barked till the evening hills echoed the sound, which was deep in

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

animal painting

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mal painting"

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mal painting"

Anonymous said...

animal painting"