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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
CHAPTER IV.
They require
Of Heaven the hearts of lions, breath of tigers,
Yea, and the fierceness too.
Fletcher.
Of Heaven the hearts of lions, breath of tigers,
Yea, and the fierceness too.
Fletcher.
Evening had fallen; and, for the last two hours, they had seen none of their ill-fated companions, when Morton and his faithful attendant gained the moorland, and approached a large and solitary farm-house, situated in the entrance of a wild and moorish glen, far remote from any other habitation.
"Our horses," said Morton, "will carry us no farther without rest or food, and we must try to obtain them here, if possible."
So speaking, he led the way to the house. The place had every appearance of being inhabited. There was smoke is-
