In a Gijysy Camp. 23 



two, a fire of hedge-sticks over which there was 

 boihng a savoury stew, and a tribe of Eomany 

 youngsters. 



Well, as it happened, my father's deer 

 took it into his head to go that way, and he 

 had only carelessly loped over three or four 

 fields, taking the hedgerows with graceful 

 ease, when he landed slap in the middle of 

 a gipsy camp. Then the music started ! My 

 father could hear the rumpus from where he 

 sat on his old chestnut, across the fields, on 

 the turnpike and at once guessing the 

 mischief there might be brewing, and fearing 

 more, no doubt, that some harm would come 

 to his pet deer than that damage might occur to 

 the gipsies, he ''View-holloa'd," took the inter- 

 vening hedges and fields in much less time 

 than the deer had occupied in the journey, 

 and rode full pelt into the encampment. 



As he feared, there was the great red deer 

 floundering about in a gipsy tent, the women 

 and children were screaming and rushing 

 about in all directions, and an old man who 

 had been lying asleep in the tent when he was 



