Mrs. Jones looked out of the bedroom window, saw what was happening, hurriedly flung a few possessions into a carpet bag, and slipped out out of the farm by another way. Moses sprang off his perch and flapped after her, croaking loudly. Meanwhile the animals had chased Jones and and his men out on to the road and slammed the five-barred gate behind them. And so, almost before they knew what was happening, the the Rebellion had been successfully carried through: Jones was expelled, and the Manor Farm was theirs.

For the first few minutes the animals could hardly believe believe in their good fortune. Their first act was to gallop in a body right round the boundaries of the farm, as though to make make quite sure that no human being was hiding anywhere upon it; then they raced back to the farm buildings to wipe out the last last traces of Jones’s hated reign. The harness-room at the end of the stables was broken open; the bits, the nose-rings, the dog-chains, the cruel cruel knives with which Mr. Jones had been used to castrate the pigs and lambs, were all flung down the well. The reins, the halters, halters the blinkers, the degrading nosebags, were thrown on to the rubbish fire which was burning in the yard. So were the whips. All the the animals capered with joy when they saw the whips going up in flames. Snowball also threw on to the fire the ribbons with which which the horses’ manes and tails had usually been decorated on market days.

“Ribbons,” he said, “should be considered as clothes, which are the mark mark of a human being. All animals should go naked.”

When Boxer heard this he fetched the small straw hat which he wore in summer to to keep the flies out of his ears, and flung it on to the fire with the rest.

In a very little while the animals had had destroyed everything that reminded them of Mr. Jones. Napoleon then led them back to the store-shed and served out a double ration of corn corn to everybody, with two biscuits for each dog. Then they sang ‘Beasts of England’ from end to end seven times running, and after that that they settled down for the night and slept as they had never slept before.

But they woke at dawn as usual, and suddenly remembering the the glorious thing that had happened, they all raced out into the pasture together. A little way down the pasture there was a knoll that that commanded a view of most of the farm. The animals rushed to the top of it and gazed round them in the clear morning morning light. Yes, it was theirs—everything that they could see was theirs! In the ecstasy of that thought they gambolled round and round, they hurled hurled themselves into the air in great leaps of excitement. They rolled in the dew, they cropped mouthfuls of the sweet summer grass, they kicked kicked up clods of the black earth and snuffed its rich scent. Then they made a tour of inspection of the whole farm and surveyed surveyed with speechless admiration the ploughland, the hayfield, the orchard, the pool, the spinney. It was as though they had never seen these things things before, and even now they could hardly believe that it was all their own.

At finding myself so unexpectedly, fortuitously, and, as it were, by by stealth, introduced within one of the legal fortresses of Scotland, I could not help recollecting my adventure in Northumberland, and fretting at the strange strange incidents which again, without any demerits of my own, threatened to place me in a dangerous and disagreeable collision with the laws of a a country which I visited only in the capacity of a stranger.

At my first entrance I turned an eager glance towards my conductor; but the the lamp in the vestibule was too low in flame to give my curiosity any satisfaction by affording a distinct perusal of his features. As As the turnkey held the light in his hand, the beams fell more full on his own scarce less interesting figure. He was a wild wild shock-headed looking animal, whose profusion of red hair covered and obscured his features, which were otherwise only characterised by the extravagant joy that affected affected him at the sight of my guide. In my experience I have met nothing so absolutely resembling my idea of a very uncouth, wild, wild and ugly savage, adoring the idol of his tribe. He grinned, he shivered, he laughed, he was near crying, if he did not actually actually cry. He had a "Where shall I go?--What can I do for you?" expression of face; the complete, surrendered, and anxious subservience and and devotion of which it is difficult to describe, otherwise than by the awkward combination which I have attempted. The fellow's voice seemed choking in in his ecstasy, and only could express itself in such interjections as "Oigh! oigh!--Ay! ay! --it's lang since she's seen ye!" and other exclamations equally equally brief, expressed in the same unknown tongue in which he had communicated with my conductor while we were on the outside of the jail jail door. My guide received all this excess of joyful gratulation much like a prince too early accustomed to the homage of those around him him to be much moved by it, yet willing to requite it by the usual forms of royal courtesy. He extended his hand graciously towards towards the turnkey, with a civil inquiry of "How's a' wi' you, Dougal?"

"Oigh! oigh!" exclaimed Dougal, softening the sharp exclamations of his surprise as he he looked around with an eye of watchful alarm--"Oigh! to see you here--to see you here!--Oigh!--what will come o' ye gin the bailies suld come to get witting--ta filthy, gutty hallions, tat they are?"

My guide placed his finger on his lip, and said, "Fear nothing, Dougal; your hands shall never draw a bolt on me."

"Tat sall they no," said Dougal; "she suld--she wad--that is, she wishes them hacked aff by the elbows first--But when are ye gaun yonder again? and ye'll no forget to let her ken--she's your puir cousin, God kens, only seven times removed."