30 THE OUT-STATION; OR, 



ay, and digest it too, and you don't afterwards con- 

 scientiously declare that you " never tasted any thing 

 half so delicious in all your born days," I say if you 

 don't say all this, word for word, I most sincerely 

 and charitably hope that you may one day perish of 

 starvation.) 



At length our guide points out his dwelling-place 

 the scene of the invaded domestic felicity ; but strain 

 your eyes as much as you like, you cannot distinguish 

 it ; an Irish cabin would be a palace to it . 



We have reached his coffee-garden, and shall soon 

 be upon the scene of action. 



" Halloa ! did you hear that growl ? look out ! 

 (click ! click !) who on earth would have supposed it ! 

 Don't be in a hurry (or a c flustration')," but before 

 half of these words are uttered, head over heels 

 tumbles the breakfast carrier, and very probably your- 

 self, good reader, on the top of him, with merely the 

 basket of fresh eggs brought out for breakfast be- 

 tween your two carcases. 



Bruin having perpetrated a charge worthy of 

 Waterloo, is toddling off as fast as a rather extensive 

 morning's repast will allow him. 



Having made sure of whatever remains of the 

 wreck of eatables and drinkables by consuming them 

 on the spot, a proceeding that in a great measure 

 restores our philosophical equilibrium, we again sally 

 forth bent upon ursicide. 



We are not going to be knocked over a second 

 time in so unceremonious a manner, so we pick our 



