82 AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER. 



tale, and all he could do was to recommend his 

 client to the mercy of tfie bench, Nash was 

 convicted, and got six months. 



When we came out of court, there were about 

 thirty poachers and roughs hanging about, with 

 hats in their hands, ready to throw them — hats, 

 not hands — up in the air and shout " hurrah." 

 Some did begin : — " Hoo-hoo — ," and then 

 stopped off, dead, as they saw my father, Nash, 

 and the constables come out. Nash was 

 bellowing like a twelve-year-old child, and 

 wailing out that he should never live through 

 it. The gang of roughs slunk off, like so 

 many dogs with tin kettles tied to their tails. 

 It was a sad disappointment, for they all 

 thought that Lawyer Chester was going to get 

 his man off. And so, covering his face with 

 both hands, and booing like a baby, Nash went 

 off to goal. 



Jones begged hard to be let off": he said he 

 would give up poaching, and never cause any 

 more trouble. He brought his dog, the 

 celebrated Bob, tied him up to Mr. Fuller's 

 gate at the German House, and there blew out 



