his
Head, and laid him sprawling. Jowler and Ringwood then fell on his Great-Coat,
and had undoubtedly brought him to the Ground, had not Joseph, collecting all
his Force given Jowler such a Rap on the Back, that quitting his Hold he ran
howling over the Plain: A harder Fate remained for thee, O Ringwood. Ringwood
the best Hound that ever pursued a Hare, who never threw his Tongue but where
the Scent was undoubtedly true; good at trailing; and sure in a Highway, no
Babler, no Over-runner, respected by the whole Pack: For, whenever he opened,
they knew the Game was at hand. He fell by the Stroke of Joseph. Thunder, and
Plunder, and Wonder, and Blunder, were the next Victims of his Wrath, and
measured their Lengths on the Ground. Then Fairmaid, a Bitch which Mr. John
Temple had bred up in his House, and fed at his own Table, and lately sent the
Squire fifty Miles for a Present, ran fiercely at Joseph, and bit him by the
Leg; no Dog was ever fiercer than she, being descended from an Amazonian Breed,
and had worried Bulls in her own Country, but now waged an unequal Fight; and
had shared the Fate of those we have mentioned before, had not Diana (the Reader
may believe it or not, as he pleases) in that Instant interposed, and in the
Shape of the Huntsman snatched her Favourite up in her Arms.
    The Parson now faced about, and with his Crab Stick felled many to the
Earth, and scattered others, till he was attacked by Cæsar and pulled to the
Ground; then Joseph flew to his Rescue, and with such Might fell on the Victor,
that, O eternal Blot to his Name! Cæsar ran yelping away.
    The Battle now raged with the most dreadful Violence, when lo the Huntsman,
a Man of Years and Dignity, lifted his Voice, and called his Hounds from the
Fight; telling them, in a Language they understood, that it was in vain to
contend longer; for that Fate had decreed the Victory to their Enemies.
    Thus far the Muse hath with her usual Dignity related this prodigious
Battle, a Battle we apprehend never equalled by any Poet, Romance or Life-writer
whatever, and having brought it to a Conclusion she ceased; we shall therefore
proceed in our ordinary Style with the Continuation of this History. The Squire
and his Companions, whom the Figure of Adams and the Gallantry of Joseph had at
first thrown into a violent Fit of Laughter, and who had