CHAPTEK X. 



ADVENTURES. 

 Enter MAY-FLY and SWIVELTOP. 



May. Let us down upon earth's lap, good Doctor, and 

 take note of the prospect below us. Of what use is't 

 to tramp onward in rear of Jack Leister, for the purpose 

 of persecuting a few loch-trout ? Have we not laboured 

 already, enough and in vain ? I am cowed out of 

 patience by heat and gad-flies. Oh ! for the cold de- 

 scent of some winter-spirit, to fan off in his flight these 

 stinging sun-rays. Art thou not in a thaw, Doctor ? 

 dropping apace ? 



Swivel. Ay ! verily, Bill ; but here is a tree-trunk, 

 old, girthy, and wizard-like, yet withal green in part, 

 and offering kind, cool shelter to our exhausted limbs. 

 Let us throw ourselves down beneath its shadow. 

 Tis an alder and such an alder ! There are other 

 trees of like size in its neighbourhood. What trees j 



