These startling announcements filled the blacks with a combination of terror and rage; but, seeing no foe in evidence they were enabled to permit their rage to get the better of their terror, and so the leaders, pushed on by those behind them, ran rapidly around the hut in the direction of the yapping of the mangy
The attention of the company was now much divided, the men in the rear having formed themselves into little groups, where they were discussing various matters; among the principal of which were the treatment of mangy
hogs and Parson Grant’s preaching; while Dr.
Taug's great, gnarled fingers closed upon the hyena's throat and back, his jaws snapped once on the mangy
neck, crushing the vertebrae, and then he hurled the dead body contemptuously aside.
If I could only rid myself of the dog--a gaunt, half-starved brute, made savage and mangy
by perpetual confinement--I did not see any reason to despair of getting in undiscovered at one of the second-floor windows--provided I waited until a sufficiently late hour, and succeeded in scaling the garden wall at the back of the house.
"Your scurvy, shabby, mangy
little bit of time," he continued across the street, and hopping on to the curbstone.
Indeed he had the full benefit of it, and it so mauled him, though he bent his head low and tried to present nothing but the mangy
cap to it, that he dropped under the lee of a tier of shipping, and they lay there until it was over.
Round her thin long neck, which looked like a hen's leg, was knotted some sort of flannel rag, and, in spite of the heat, there hung flapping on her shoulders, a mangy
fur cape, yellow with age.
A bear-leader, a popular street character of the time, was impressed as an additional ornament, before the cavalcade had gone far down the Strand; and his bear, who was black and very mangy
, gave quite an Undertaking air to that part of the procession in which he walked.
His hair was mangy
, standing out in isolated patches of wispy grey.
As if tramp cats and mangy
dogs weren't bad enough but you must needs bring home ragged little beggars from the street, who--"
"When I had more control I did what I could: sold off the two and a half animals, and the mangy
pony, and the superannuated tools; pulled down the outhouses; drained; thinned out I don't know how many guelder-roses and elder-trees; and inside the house I turned the old kitchen into a hall, and made a kitchen behind where the dairy was.
But, mercifully, it wasn't a rogue jungle beast - simply Malcolm Chisholm's mangy