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week with him, he'd take a seat down in the wagon, and see 

 the Beacon Races. So we filled round once more, and clinked 

 our glasses to bind the joyous contract, and turned in happy. 



DAY THE SEVENTH. 



ONCE more we were compelled to change our purpose. 



When we left Tom Draw's, it had been, as we thought, final- 

 ly decided that we were for this bout to visit that fair village no 

 more, but when that worthy announced his own determination 

 to accompany us on our homeward route, and when we had 

 taken into consideration the fact, that, independent of Tom's 

 two hundred and fifty weight of solid flesh, we had two noble 

 bucks, beside quail, ruffed grouse, woodcock, and rabbit almost 

 innumerable to transport, in addition to our two selves and 

 Timothy, with the four dogs, and lots of luggage when we, I 

 say, considered all this, it became apparent that another rehicle 

 must be provided for our return. So during the last jorum, it 

 had been put to the vote and unanimously carried that we 

 should start for Tom's, by a retrograde movement, at four 

 o'clock in the morning, breakfast with him, and rig up some 

 drag or other wherein -Timothy might get the two deer and the 

 dogs, as best he might, into the city. 



" As for us," said Harry, " we will go down the other road, 

 Tom, over the back-bone of the mountain, dine with old Colonel 

 Beams, stop at Paterson, and take a taste at the Holy Father's 

 poteen you may look at the Falls if you like it, Frank, while 

 we're looking at the Innishowen and so get home to supper. 

 1*11 give you both beds for one night but not an hour longer 

 my little cellar would be broken, past all doubt, if old Tom 

 were to get two nights out of it !" 



" Ay'se sure it would," responded Timothy, who had been 

 listening, all attention, mixing meanwhile some strange com- 

 pound of eggs and rum and sugar. " Whoy, measter Draa did 

 pratty nigh drink 't out yance that noight 'at eight chaps, 

 measter Frank, drank oop two baskets o' champagne, and fifteen 

 bottles o 7 't breawn sherry Ay carried six on 'em to bed, Ay'se 

 warrant it and yan o' them, young measter Clark, he spoilt 

 me a new suit o' liveries, wi' vomiting a top cm me." 



