GUN'S EXHIBITIONS 225 



profiles, and bursting with laughter, we kept 

 our voices in tune on " Happy are we to-night, 

 boys ! happy, happy are we ! " Bob calls 

 out from the bank, " Halloa there! where 

 are the geese ? What was all the banging 

 about ? " " Ask the 'circle-shooter ; ' he 

 knows, 7 ' came the response. Now, John left 

 after the rest of us, and not being so heavily 

 clad, worked along finely, but so weakened by 

 laughter at our expense that he had to stop 

 literally still to gather strength for a fresh 

 start. Don't think, because we are on the 

 shore, the trouble has altogether ended. Do 

 you see that muddy bank yet to be sur- 

 mounted before we are up on the house- 

 walk? Gun seemed to think, as he had 

 the first privilege of getting out into the mud, 

 he would take the first to get out of it ; so up 

 the bank he started, aided by the light of the 

 lantern, and down he sprawled, his feet slip- 

 ping from under him. What a fine specimen 

 of ornamental sculpture, shaded with the red 

 Wallace mud, he made ! Bac, Pat, Bob, and 

 Jack still stood on the shore, so full of 

 laughter at Gun's exhibitions, that they 

 dare not attempt the ascent, for fear Gun 



Q 



