Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Songs Of The Road Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Book Excerptop yourself, young chap, you've got to pay the price, There are many sorts of visions, but noneof 'em is nice."They found that day at Leonards Lee andran to Shipley Wood, 'Ell-for-leather all the way, with scentand weather good. Never a check to 'Orton Beck and onacross the Weald, And all the way the Sussex clay was weedin'out the field. There's not a man among them couldremember such a run, Straight as a rule to Bramber Pool and onby Annington, They followed still past Breeding 'illand on by Steyning Town, Until they'd cleared the 'edges and wereout upon the Down. Full thirty mile from Plimmers Style, without a check or fault, Full thirty mile the 'ounds 'ad run andnever called a 'alt. One by one the Field was done until atFinden Down, There was no one with the 'untsman saveyoung Jeremiah Brown. And then the 'untsman '_e_