82 SAILORS. 



coachmen at Godalming, in Surrey the 

 mail at Mousehill, a village two miles 

 nearer Portsmouth ; consequently, there 

 were two of the fraternity every day at each 

 place, with their time totally unemployed. 

 On one occasion the two from Godal- 

 ming walked over to Mousehill, as was 

 their custom in fine weather, to play a 

 game of skittles with their brethren, or 

 otherwise amuse themselves. On their 

 reaching the " White Horse," they ob- 

 served the day-coach about to pull up, 

 laden with sailors on the outside. 



"Ill bet you a beefsteak for the four," 

 said one to the other, "that I will draw 

 one of these sailors of a pound." 



"A done," said the other, who was a 

 much younger hand than his friend. 



The coach stopped, and the coachman 

 dismounted and went into the bar. 



" Give me your way-bill, coachman," 

 said the one who had made the bet, at 



