Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1851-01-23
The Mill Of Atholl's Glen.s

| why Is the peeper oil AlholI closed -
Wherefore is the eye Of Strange surround
ed with ring of purple?
1t is the print Of the Southron knucklt
the fist-mark Of the Cambridge under.
graduate, heavy-handed bruiser.
Cambridge undergraduate, bruiser ol
the heavy-hand, wherefore dds, thou
darkcn the eye of Strange? Why bun
gedest thou up the pepper Of Atholl?
The Autumn winds were singing the
| coronach of the Summer in Glentilt. A
moaning as of no end of ghosts swept
through the hollow glen. There, with
the red and brown leaves falling around
him, stood the Chief of Clan Atholl, with
party of ladies and gentlemen.
Shrouded in the mist of the distance
cometh Sandy Maclarren. With him be-
hold two stranger forms approaching
Onward they come with the sturdy tramp
Of youth; stout are the cudgels which they
grasp in their nervous fists.
Ho, there, ye that range nnbidden the
Glen Of Tilt! Halt. We wanderers from
the land Of Cockney! Stand. ye jumpers
of the counter!
We are no jumpers Of the counter-no
wanderers from the land of Cockney.-
We come from the meadows that are wa
| tered 10y the Cam ON the abodes where
learning dwelleth in her Colleges and
halls. Thi'her journey we on this beaten
track. And who the deuce art thou that
hinderest us?
Ken ye not the Chief of Clan Atholl-
the battling Duke Of the impassa-
ble glen?
For the Chief of Atholl's Clan we cere
not dump the Duke of the impossible
glen we value not at a farthing. We
have passed the Asses Bridge, wherefore
should we not pass thy glen? Duke OF
the impossible glen, stand out of the sun
shine
Fire flashed from the eye of Atholl ;
wrath blazed from the countenance of
Strange. By the collar he seized the
foremost youth. Back Return by the
way thou camest. Back! or; by the
beard of my ten thousand ancestors, We
shall rue the day! Back, l say, on your
lives, ye sons of Granta!
Unhand me, Chief of Clan Atholl, or
whoever thou art Unhand me, ! say,
or will punch thine head. Thou wilt
not? No! Here goetb, then take that
for thyself.
Together they rushed-the son of Gran
ia and Chief Of Clan Atholl. Furious
was the Chief. and wild, and aroused was
the undergraduates monkey. Blow was
exchanged for blow, lunge for lunge, slash
for slash heavy was the countering, and
the knocks resounded. Loud shouted the
gentlemen shrill were the screams Of
the ladies'.
The Chief was overcome with fury
and hit all abroad. Wary was the Canta.
brigham youth, well trained on the pleas
ant banks Of the Cam 10 encounter il,
stand-up mill the bfawny bargee. Sharp
fell the singer on the proboscis Of Strange;
fast flowed the claret from the conk OF
Atholl. One, two were planted on the
optics Of the Chief-darkness swan be-
fore him then fell sumner on his ducal
frontispiece. and he was doubled up by a
finisher in the breadbasket. He stagger-
ed-.he fell into the arms of his faithful
henchman-e even the arms Of Sandy Mac
larren.
To the rescue, Donald of the tulted
chin! Roderick of the red moustaches,
to the help of your chief! Hamish Of the
Pipes--Dougal the breechless-clay more
for Clan Atholl.
The eight hands Of the four bold grooms
are at once on the collar of the Sassenach.
As many more grasped the coattails Of
his mpanion-,he Heelandmen were
Draw. From before the bruised face Of
their Chiei,ain they drag away the sons OF
Granta.
Mourn; for ecchymosis encircles the
ogle of Strange lament; for the visual or
gan of A,holl is darkened. Raise the
sound Of wall upon thousand bagpipes!
Closed is the eye of him who would close
Glen Tilt to the traveller. Confusion sits
on the brow of the Chieftain the connte-
nance of the Duke 1eareth marks Of pun
ishment.
n The Duke Of Atholl recently attempt
ed 10 prevent three Cambridge students
from passing through his domains. The
students refused TO turn back, and a bout
a, fisticuffS ensued in which the Duke