180 WILD SPORTS IN THE SOUTH. 



" How are you, Poke ?" 

 - " O — ho — lium — oh — ho — heo-o — hum !" yawned the 

 Doctor, rubbing his eyes, as he staggered out of the tent. 



" How are you ?" I reiterated. 



" Oh, ho ! — there's one of those dogs named Music, I 

 believe. I'd have his name chanojed after to-nig^ht. I 

 didn't get a wmk o' sleep." 



" Hulloa, gentlemen, a pleasant day to you," said Jack- 

 son, just protruding his head from the canvas. "You 

 boys, hurry there with breakfast !" and with this general 

 order, the head disappeared. 



"Oh, ho! dear me! Break — ^breakfast — on thy cold, 

 grey stone, oh ! oh ! sea — and I would that my tongue 

 could utter the thoughts that arise in me." 



" Pete, you boy ! pour some water on the Doctor to 

 wake him up !" 



"You, Sam! tie up that Black Bess; she will be clean 

 gone presently. Where is Sumpter ?" 



" Maussa Jackson, Pomp say you a-gom' to leff him 

 shoot a gun to-day ?" 



" Go along with you !" 



" Yah ! yah ! yah ! I knowed de niggah he !" 



As the noise and hurry progressed, breakfast began 

 to smoke on the fire, the boats were launched, and in a 

 few minutes everything was ready for the chase, while a 

 hearty breakfast of venison and fish was spread before 

 us and the sun arose in the woods on the shore, and his 

 level beams trailed the smokmg water, and painted the 

 tops of the taller island trees with golden tassels. 



