He's let fly at some folk's legs, and let shot lodge in 'em afore now, for going too near to his house." And finding, on closer inquiry, that such was really the inhospitable custom of this moorland squire, the gentleman gave up his purpose.

I believe that the savage yeoman is still living.
Another squire, of more distinguished family and larger property--one is thence led to imagine of better education, but that does not always follow--died at his house, not many miles from Haworth, only a few years ago.

His great amusement and occupation had been cock-fighting.

When he was confined to his chamber with what he knew would be his last illness, he had his cocks brought up there, and watched the bloody battle from his bed.

As his mortal disease increased, and it became impossible for him to turn so as to follow the combat, he had looking-glasses arranged in such a manner, around and above him, as he lay, that he could still see the cocks fighting.