WARWICK WOODLANDS. 7 



Depositing Lis hat then on the floor, smoothing his hair, and 

 hitching up his smalls, and striving most laboriously not to grin 

 till he should have -cause, stood Tina, like " Giafar awaiting his 

 master's award !" 



"Tim !'' said Harry Archer 



"SurT said Tim, 



*' Tim ! Mr. Forester and I are 'talking of going np to-morrow 

 what do you say to it ?" 



u Oop yonner?" queried Tim, in the most extraordinary 

 West- Riding Yorkshire, indicating the direction, by pointing his 

 right thumb over his left shoulder " Weel, Ay'se nought to say 

 .-aboot k not Ay !" 



" Soli ! the cattk are all right, .and the wagon in good trim, 

 and the dogs in exercise, are they ? 7t 



"Ay'se warrant um !" 



" Well, then, have all ready for a start at six to-morrow, 

 put Mr. Forester's Manton alongside my Joe Spurling in the 

 top tray of the case, my single gun and my double rifle in the 

 lower, and see the magazine well filled the Diamond gun- 

 powder, you know, from Mr. Brought Yau'll put up what 

 Mr. Forester will want, for a week, yoti know he does not 

 know the -country yet, Tim ; and, hark you, what wine have I 

 at Tom Draw's 3" 



" No but a case of claret" 



" I thought so, then away with you ! down to the Baron's 

 -and get two baskets of the Star, and stop at Fulton Market, and 

 get the best half hundred round of spiced beef you -can find 

 and then go up to Starke's at the Octagon, and get a gallon 

 of his old Ferintosh that's all, Tim off wife you! No I stop 

 a minute 1" and he filled up a beaker and handed it to the 

 original, who, shutting both his eyes, suffered the fragrant claret 

 to roll down his gullet in the most scientific fashion, and then, 

 with what he called a bow, turned right about, and exit. 



The sun rose blight on the next morning, and half an hour 

 before the appointed time, Tim entered my bed-chamber, with 

 a cup of mocha, and the intelligence that u Measter had been 

 oop this hour and better, and did na like to be kept waiting !"- 

 ao up I jumped, and scarcely had got through the business of 

 rigging myself, before the rattle of wheels announced the arrival 

 of the wagon. 



And a model was that shooting wagon a long, light-bodied 

 box, with a low rail a high seat and dash in front, and a low 



