266 THE FAT OF THE LAND 
or spread all over me features. Nothing but 
whiskey and raw beef could ever coax it back! 
It’s God’s mercy if you are not deformed for 
life, me friend. Such privileges are not to be 
neglected with impunity. Let me bathe your 
face with whiskey and put a beef-steak poultice 
after it, and I’ll have you as handsome as a girl 
in three days.” 
«Give me the steak and whiskey inside and 
I’ll feel handsome at once,” said Jarvis. 
«Oh, the rashness of youth!” said Sir Tom. 
« But [ll not say a word against it. Youth is the 
greatest luck in the world, and [ll not copper it.” — 
And then our sporting friend grew reminiscent 
and told of a time at Limmer’s when the marquis 
and he occupied beds in the same room, not un- 
like our boys’ room — only smoky and dingy — 
and poulticed their battered faces with beef, and 
used usquebaugh inside and outside, after ten 
friendly rounds. 
« Queensbary’s nose never resumed entirely 
after that night, but mine came back like rubber. 
Maybe it was the beef—maybe it was usque- 
baugh; me own preference is in favor of the 
latter.” 
Sir Tom came every day so long as the boys 
were confined to the place, and each day he was 
able to develop some new incident connected 
with the battle which called for applause. After 
hearing Lars tell his story for the fourth time, 
he gave him a ten-dollar note, saying : — 
