130 KRIDER'S SPORTING ANECDOTES. 



'' We'll see we'll see," says the gentleman 

 briskly ; " put her head about." 



The pusher obeys with seeming reluctance, 

 and upon arriving at the ferry, receives his hire 

 and a shilling extra to treat himself, while the 

 fat gentleman, completely hocus-pocussed, wraps 

 the mine carefully up in his handkerchief, and 

 calling for his carriage, hurries away with his 

 prize. 



Let us now return to the marsh; observe that 

 tall, athletic negro who is pushing the gentleman 

 in the green skiff; see how he plies his pole like 

 a plaything, forcing the boat ahead with a' 

 velocity which bears down every thing before 

 him, while so artistically is she worked, that 

 when a bird rises her motion is as steady as that 

 of a swimming swan. His white competitor in 

 the batteau is our old acquaintance Dennis 

 Welsh ; mark how easily and smoothly he makes 

 his way among the reeds, his man standing 

 steadily as a statue. It is evident from the style 

 which these two boats are propelled, and in 

 which the shooters knock down the game, that 

 the men are all crack hands at the sport. There 

 is a marked difference, however, in the modes of 

 pushing. The black, Bill Starn, as he is called, 

 careers over the marsh, like a wild horse on a 



