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off, till the place smelt like the antechamber of Tar- 
tarus. The mosquitoes were expelled or silenced at 
the cost of a slight suffocation to ourselves, but we 
gained several hours sleep till the smoke escaped and 
allowed the villains to return to their prey. 
One sporting day resembles another in its essen- 
tial features, although not often so entirely as with 
the Englishman, who, having devoted his life to 
woodcock shooting, and being called upon to relate 
his experiences, replied that he had shot woodcock 
for forty years, but never noticed anything worth re- 
cording. Our next day, however, was enlivened by 
sport of an unexpected kind. We had heard there 
was some dispute about the ownership of the stands ; 
in fact, that the one occupied by my friend and my- 
self belonged to the Ortleys, a family represented 
as decidedly uninviting; while both Bill and the 
Ortleys claimed that, where another party was 
located. 
In the disputed stand were Bill, a New York gen- 
tleman, who, as events proved, seemed to be some- 
thing of an athlete, and a sedate, unimpassionable J er- 
sey lawyer of considerable eminence. Elijah was 
with us, when two villanous, red-haired, freckle- 
skinned objects presented themselves, and, after 
some preliminary remarks and a refusal on their 
part ofa friendly glass, which is a desperate sign in 
a Jerseyman, mildly suggested that they would like 
a little remuneration for the use of the stand. As 
their suggestion was moderate, reasonable, and just, 
and they undoubtedly owned the land, we complied, 
