A little girl brought me her name written on a card,—Mrs. Kennett, 32 Anna Street.
Two rebels were killed and two taken; Kennett is still in hot pursuit.
Most of the Kennett Volunteers were there engaged in carrying out a similar resolution.
Smith, a lawless, irregular creature, well known about Kennett.
In this Judas was painted turning round to the spectator, and was intended to represent Kennett.
The decision of Kennett was unanimous that its story should be speedily completed.
Kennett always wore such a patch, to hide a scar which had remained after being trepanned in early manhood.
So manly looking a bridegroom had not been seen in Kennett for many a day.
The chase in Kennett, it must be confessed, was but a very faint shadow of the old English pastime.
It was one day in the bar—he came in with Tom Spring, and ordered him a quart of old Kennett.