54: A YEAR OF LIBERTY ; OR, 



CHAPTER XI. 



Why certain People are neglected The Lake Islands Woodcocks and Ducks 

 Trolling Our Last Day History of the Week The Camp is broken up, 

 and we march on Derry Willie goes Home Lough Swilly. 



April 7. 

 I WISH to know how you, sir, would like to be called "fierce," " lusty," 

 "cniel," "crust," "surly," "insolent," "huffish," and "headstrong;" 

 yet all these comfortable words belong to the adjective Ferox, and 

 my friends in the lake object to such language, and beg me to say 

 so. To remark to one of these gentlemen who had just made his 

 best bow on the floor of my boat, " I rejoice sincerely to see you, 

 Mr. S. Ferox," would doubtless be equally correct and equally 

 insulting. " Do as you would be done by " is a favourite maxim of 

 mine ; unfortimately, memory is defective, and it goes out of one's 

 head sometimes when it should not. 



The reason these fine fish are not more looked after is this the 

 society they move in is too good for them. 



If you said to me, " Look, there is President Johnson, and the 

 gentleman half a pace behind him is his secretary, Captain Bobadil, 

 a man who must have distinguished himself at the bloody battle of 

 Tiptree Farm, had he not been knocked down, out of hand as it were, 

 by a nigger at the commencement of the fight " ^if you said this, 

 I should pull off my hat, do homage to a great and self -built man, 

 and probably forget all about the pseudo-general half a pace behind. 

 No doubt Captain B. is a sparkling luminary, but then unfortunately 

 he is too near the sun. 



In fact, he is remarkably like our poor friend Splendidus. I see, 

 my dear sir, a very proper amount of virtuous indignation on your 

 handsome countenance at this hero-worship ; yet, if you were at 

 Lough Melvin, I'll be bound you would say, " Hang your trout, and 



