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lowed out below so as to fit upon the head, and that 

 the insides of the lanterns Avere furnished with 

 powerful reflectors. 



" What are j-ou going to do with these ? " said I, 

 examining this apparatus, the use of which I cer- 

 tainty did not understand. 



" You don't mean to say you don't understand,'^ 

 cried Mr. Eustis ; " Now try and see if you can't 

 guess the use of these lanterns." 



So saying, the farmer mounted one of the lanterns 

 atop of his head, and buckled the straps under his 

 chin. I could not help bursting v*ith laughter, but 

 my friend cried, " Never mind ; when night comes, 

 you won't laugh. I see you dou^t understand how 

 this is to be used, and so much the worse for you. 

 I shan't explain it to you. But, now, we'll start." 

 So, off we went, with hearts as gay as possible, my 

 friend telling his wife that she need not expect us 

 home again before midnight, or two o'clock in the 

 morning, at the earliest. 



Mr. Eustis's house was at the end of a creek in 

 Big Wolf Lane, and was surrounded by cedars, 

 lofty oaks, and tufted nut-trees, and was altogether 

 an admirable retreat for a sportsman. Plantations 

 to the right ; fields to the left, surrounded by trees 

 planted like a chevanx-de-frise (so as to prevent the 

 game from making too large inroads upon the plan- 

 tations of maize, potatoes, yams, wheat, and barley) ; 

 a beautiful lake before the house, fifteen miles long 



