lo Random Recollections of the 



no scruple about drawing anybody's coverts, 

 or crossing anybody's land, and as he was a 

 crack sbot witb pistols nobody cared to inter- 

 fere with him. The tax collector seldom got 

 his money the first time of asking, or ventured 

 to appear again, for if he had the temerity 

 to repeat the visit he would be requested to 

 stand still with his back to the wall whilst 

 the debtor showed how near he could send a 

 bullet past his ear Avithout touching him. (We 

 can't escape the duns so readily in these days.) 

 But they once scored the laugh against him 

 whilst out hunting, when he was riding a 

 big narrow horse with deep shoulders, short 

 back rib, and tucked up body. His buckles 

 being rather loose, and having no breastplate, 

 the horse in jumping a rough fence sprang 

 clean out of the girths, leaving the rider 

 sprawling on his saddle amongst the brambles. 



One of his followers, a relative named John 

 Dorr, bought a fine looking four year old from 

 a neighbour who could not ride him, and used 

 to declare he never had such a d ... 1 in his 

 life, for nobody could either hold or steer 

 him. But in the hands of John, who was 

 a fine horseman, he soon became a tractable 



