CHAPTER II. 



THE MAJOR, THE PARSON, AND HUMPHRIES. 



I MUST now hark back a little, for I can't 

 always put the horse in the right place; 

 sometimes the cart will get before the horse in 

 spite of all my care, but when I come to jot 

 down over sixty years' experiences some little 

 allowance must be made if I sometimes have 

 to go back on the trail to pick up the dropped 

 threads of my life's story. 



I am now about to relate some queer stories 

 of my underkeeper, Humphries, and I should 

 first mention that he left this country, many 

 years ago, and went to Australia, so that 



