a striped flannel jacket, a pair of red breeches spanned with pitch,
clean gray worsted stockings, large silver buckles that covered
three-fourths of his shoes, a silver-laced hat, whose crown overlooked
the brims about an inch and a half, black bobwig in buckle, a check
shirt, a silk handkerchief, a hanger, with a brass handle, girded
to his thigh by a furnished lace belt, and a good oak plant under
his arm. Thus equipped, he set out with me (who by his bounty made a
very decent appearance) for my grandfather's house, where we were
saluted by Jowler and Caesar, whom my cousin, young master, had let
loose at our approach. Being well acquainted with the inveteracy
of these curs, I was about to betake myself to my heels, when my
uncle seized me with one hand, brandished his cudgel with the other,
and at one blow laid Caesar sprawling on the ground; but, finding
himself attacked at the same time in the rear by Jowler, and fearing
Caesar might recover, he drew his hanger, wheeled about, and by
a lucky stroke severed Jowler's head from his body. By this time,
the young foxhunter and three servants, armed with pitchforks and
flails, were come to the assistance of the dogs, whom they found
breathless upon the field; and my cousin was so provoked at the
death of his favourites, that he ordered his attendants to advance,
and take vengeance on their executioner, whom he loaded with all
the curses and reproaches his anger could suggest. Upon which my
uncle stepped forwards with an undaunted air, at the sight of whose
bloody weapons his antagonists fell back with precipitation, when
he accosted their leader thus:

"Lookee, brother, your dogs having boarded me without provocation,
what I did was in my own defence. So you had best be civil, and
let us shoot a head, clear of you."