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chair belonging to the priest. ' Come here, Mr. Carson,' 

 says he ; ' some enemy of yours,' said the sweet, old 

 gentleman, ' wanted to injure you with me. But I 

 am now fully satisfied.' And turning to the dane, 

 ' by this book ! ' says he, ' I didn't see a claner congre- 

 gation this month of Sundays ! ' ' 



" He said no such thing" exclaimed my kinsman, who, 

 tired with the prolixity of the otter-killer, had inter- 

 rupted the finale of the tale. " How dare you Antony, 

 put such uncanonical and ungentlemanly language in 

 the mouth of the sweet old man? Here, John, clear 

 the kitchen. Out with the piper, and chuck the keg 

 after him. We'll disperse this congregation ; and they may 

 dance outside if they please, while pipes and poteen 

 stand them. And now, ventilate the cabin, open door 

 and window, and sling our hammocks as soon as 

 possible." 



Agreeably to this mandate, the kitchen company 

 were ejected with scanty ceremony ; the Colonel and 

 the Priest retired to their respective beds with wonderful 

 steadiness : while we took possession of our marquee, 

 which, under existing circumstances, was Paradise itself 

 compared with the cabin, whilch smoking, drinking, 

 and cooking had rendered everything but agreeable. 



