268 REMINISCENCES OF SONEPORE. 



On Thursday night the lotteries eclipsed even those now 

 held in the C.T.C. rooms. In several the animals brought the 

 total up to thirteen hundred rupees and over, though the 

 tickets were only Rs. 500. This was real jam for the ticket 

 takers who were as keen as mustard. An enthusiastic youth 

 from Calcutta bought Harbour Light's chance for Rs. 380 and 

 did not score by the transaction ; backing a faint-hearted one 

 at five to one on is scarcely a sound commercial transaction ; 

 when tired o frattling the dice, punters trooped over to Bob 

 Lockhart's camp for supper, and most of them remained there 

 till it was time to dress for the morning's racing; but suddenly 

 someone looking round missed Abbot-Anderson and aparty went 

 in search of that festive youth ; they found him in his tent 

 undressed, save for his shirt, and he had evidently fallen 

 asleep kneeling by his bed, and with only his head on the 

 pillow ; promptly was a sketch taken of him, and sent to the 

 I.P.G. to which Harry added the following squib. 



LOST BUT FOUND. 



Our hearts were so sad for that good looking lad, 



When at half past four we missed him, 

 For each demoiselle rare, who had eome to the fair, 



Ere he left would have liked to have kissed him. 



In search of him bent, we invaded his tent 



And there on his knees we found him. 

 But we dared not shout, for he looked so devout 



With his night shirt draped around him ; 



We were filled with much joy that the bald-headed boy 



Was pious enough to be praying, 

 And our peepers quite glistened with tears as we listened 



To what our Adonis was saying. 



But 'twas scarcely a prayer he was breathing there, 



As he knelt in such negligent ease 

 And our heart strings fluttered as thickly he muttered; 



" A little more champagne please." 



