194 KRIDER'S SPORTING ANECDOTES. 



whiskey as he had never tasted before in 

 a dream, he opened his oracular jaws and 

 spake : 



" Do you ever shoot gray snipe ?" said he. 



"Why, -yes, sometimes in the spring of the 

 year when there is nothing else to hunt, you 

 know," answered T., while I silently pricked up 

 my ears. 



"Waal," said the other, "I didn't know; 

 there's heaps on 'em on my place." 



" Indeed," answered T., " try another dash of 

 that whiskey snipe are strange birds ; here to- 

 day and off to-morrow. Your land lies well, 

 Mr. Sluicedam." 



" I s'pose, squire," said Mr. Sluicedam's cute 

 friend, screwing up his eyes and recovering his 

 breath after a long drink, " when you goes out 

 arter partridges, you goes out arter partridges, 

 and when you goes out arter snipe, you goes out 

 arter snipe eigh?" 



" Something in that way, I confess," answered 

 T. " The fact is, you see, Mr Sluicedam, I 

 don't overlike the water myself, and my friend 

 there had as soon take a kick from a weaned colt 

 as get his feet wet. We don't get out often, but 

 when you and your friend happen to be in the 

 city, I hope you will give us a call ;" and taking 



