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"Are they wick?" he asked, "see ye! thare's 

 anuther." 



"Yes," I replied, "can't you see them walk on 

 to the stage?" 



"Aye! I do," replied Jack, "this is t' finest 

 sight I ivver hev seen in all my life." 



The following morning he remarked to me 

 "I couldn't get them beautiful lassies out ov my 

 heead. I was dreeamin all night aboot 'em. 

 Every time I wakkened, I could see 'em blossom- 

 ing out of flowers." 



I CANNOT restrain myself from adding another 

 story about Jack. This was at a Wimbledon Rifle 

 Meeting, about 1868-9. He was a fairly good 

 rifle shot, but frightfully nervous, and a terribly 

 bad finisher. If he wanted a bulls eye to win 

 .a prize he was nearly certain to miss the target 

 altogether. 



The incident I am about to relate occurred 

 during the second week of the Meeting. I had 



