How he found breath for both I cannot understand.

At length, he put the bag under his arm, and forth issued such a combination of screeching and grunting and howling, that Wandering Willie, in the full career of his rage, turned at the cries of his companion.

Then came Turkey's masterpiece.

He dashed the bagpipes on the ground, and commenced kicking them before him like a football, and the pipes cried out at every kick.

If Turkey's first object had been their utter demolition, he could not have treated them more unmercifully.