342 ^LV AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



on there with lays o' busses wot runs erry day in the year oney 

 Sunneys and her Majestee's birth-day.'* 



u No, no ; I'll tell you where 'tis it's the kentry what the 

 coves in Astraly cuts to wen the kangarwoos gets short and the 

 gin-trees gives out and they's 'ard up." 



" Kangurerhoos what's them?" 



" Kind of fish as is covered with feathers 'stead o' scales." 



" I know it I see a sailor as 'ad a vestcoat made on't ; short 

 vethers like spangled welwet, black and goold stunnenest thing 

 you ever see." 



-What's a gin-tree?" 



" I know there is a big tree wot runs gin wen yer tap her 

 and there's a bread-tree, too" 



" What bears fresh kortern loavs erry morning." 



" Hurray for Polytechny ! Ain't they all sliced and buttered ? " 



" In course they is, and ven you shakes 'em off, the skin cracks 

 open, and they all vails buttered side up coz vy ? Vy the trees 

 is werry 'igh and the buttered side's the lightest to be sure." 



" That's the place for this chile I'm bound to go there only 

 waitin' for an act of Parliament ; and wen I get there Buffalo 

 gals!" 



" When he gets there you know what he'll do ? When he 

 comes to the gin-trees he'll treat all 'round. First tune in his 

 life. Ha! ha!" 



And with such constantly-combining streams a flood of original 

 information and entertainment was poured out to us until we 

 reached the little station about nine miles out of London, to which 

 we had taken tickets. 



