THE OLD SCOTCH COLONEL 51 



A Hocksie bullet. How do you spell it ? 11-o-x-s-i-e. 

 What does it mean? Oh, it's the man's name the 

 maker's name. Do you think I ought to take some 

 home to Scotland? You do? How many should I 

 take ? But, man, we've got nothing to shoot at with 

 the rifle. Babbits and hares ? Well, yes ; but ye 

 canna shoot them with the rifle runnin'. 



Will you not take a drop of Scotch, Mr. Mr. I 

 beg your pardon again. Yes, yes, I remember it now. 



What ! Ye do not drink ? Ye'll excuse me, my 

 eyesight is not verra good, but I thought by your looks 

 that you were perhaps a bit of a hard drinker. 



Can ye tell me when the Mauretania sails ? She was 

 held up two days by a fog inside of Sandy Hook? 

 Well, but I can get her sister ship, can I not ? 



I'm glad of that. Oh, yes, I'm coming back again to 

 hunt moose next fall, but, mind you, I'll no hae that 

 cook, because every time I think of him I say to my- 

 seP : u Damn that cook ! Damn that cook ! " an' I 

 canna help it, sir, either. 



And I'm to ride your horse back, sir, on the three 

 days' journey ? My God ! man, but I'll be stiff and 

 sore when I'm through with him. And it's raining, 

 too, to start off Avith. Yes, I had lots of riding in 

 India. 



You may say I was twenty years in the saddle, sir ; 

 twenty years in the saddle. But then my digestion 

 was good I could eat anything without its giving me 



