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on taste holloa, Tim, look sharp 1 the champagne all 'round 

 I'm choaking !" 



And for some time no sound was heard, but the continuous 

 clatter of knives and forks, the occasional popping of a cork, 

 succeeded by the gurgling of the generous wine as it flowed in- 

 to the tall rummers ; and every now and then a loud and rat- 

 tling eructation from Tom Draw, who* as he said r could never 

 half enjoy a meal if he could not stop now and then to blow 

 off steam. 



At last, however for supper, alas I like all other earthly 

 pleasures, must come to an end " The fairest still the fleetest" 

 our appetites waned gradually ; and notwithstanding Harry's 

 earnest exhortations, and the production of a broiled ham-bone, 

 devilled to the very utmost pitch of English mustard, soy, oil 

 of Aix, and cayenne pepper, by no hands, as may be guessed, 

 but those of that universal genius, Timothy ; one by one y we 

 gave over our labors edacious, to betake us to potations of no 

 small depth or frequency. 



" It is directly contrary to my rule, Frank, to drink before a 

 good day's shooting and a good day I mean to have to-mor- 

 row ! but I am thirsty, and the least thought chilly ; so here 

 goes for a debauch ! Tim, look in my box with the clothes, and 

 you will find two flasks of Curasao ; bring them down, and a 

 dozen lemons, and some lump sugar look alive ! and you, Tom r 

 out with your best brandy ; I'll make a jorum that will open 

 your eyes tight before you've done with it. That's right, Tim ; 

 now get the soup-tureen, the biggest one, and see that it's clean. 

 The old villain has got a punch-bowl bring half a dozen of 

 champagne, a bucket full of ice, and then go down into the 

 kitchen, and make two quarts of green tea, as strong as possi- 

 ble ; and when it's made, set it to cool in the ice-house !" 



In a few minutes all the ingredients were at hand ; the rind, 

 peeled carefully from all the lemons, was deposited with two 

 tumblers full of finely powdered sugar in the bottom of the tu- 

 reen ; thereupon were poured instantly three pints of pale old 

 Cognac ; and these were left to steep, without admixture, until 

 Tim Matlock made his entrance with the cold, strong, green tea ; 

 two quarts of this, strained clear, were added to the brandy, and 

 then two flasks of curagoa ! 



Into this mixture a dozen lumps of clear ice were thrown, arid 

 the whole stirred up 'till the sugar was entirely suspended ; then 

 pop ! pop ! went the long necks, and their creaming nectar was 



