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ditch upon the other, the whole without the smallest signal of human
habitation, the Squirradical drew up.
'This is a wild-goose chase,' said he.
With the cessation of the footfalls, another sound smote upon their
ears.
'
O, what's that?' cried Julia.
I can't think,' said Gideon.
'
The Squirradical had his stick presented like a sword. 'Gid,' he began,
'Gid, I--'
'O Mr Forsyth!' cried the girl. 'O don't go forward, you don't know what
it might be--it might be something perfectly horrid.'
'It may be the devil itself,' said Gideon, disengaging himself, 'but I
am going to see it.'
'Don't be rash, Gid,' cried his uncle.
The barrister drew near to the sound, which was certainly of a
portentous character. In quality it appeared to blend the strains of
the cow, the fog-horn, and the mosquito; and the startling manner of its
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