Chapter 19: Blackhart Farm with a Cock-Fight

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌⁠About ten miles from Curtain Wells on the Bristol road stood a ruined cottage. With thatch discoloured, torn by gales and sparrows, and with windows made crooked by internal decay, its expression was grotesque and unpleasant. A tangled bed of rotten nettles filled the space before it, and all the vegetation beside was rank and desolate. This cottage served as fitting lodge to a sinister bye-way co