They ran across all the paths like hens.

One day he was riding on a fine horse, when he saw a Gipsy carrying a truss of wheat-straw on his back up a little path, and leaped over the poor man, straw and all.

I knew that old man better than I know you, for I was after one of his daughters then; he had beautiful girls, and he was old Knight Locke.

"Old fellow," said the gentleman, "did I frighten you ?" "I beg your pardon, sir," said Locke after him; "I didn't know you were coming!" So old Locke stayed on that land all his life, and that was a good thing for old Locke.
GUDLO XXXIX.

THE GIPSY, THE PIG, AND THE MUSTARD.
Yeckorus a Rommany chal jalled to a boro givescroker sa's the rye sus hawin'.