MORE POACHERS AND POACHING. 34I 



*' He's had the rheumatic fever bad," he 

 repHed. 



" Here, my boy," said I. " Here's sixpence 

 for you," at the same time giving him the 

 money. 



We took Monk to my house, a distance of 

 three miles. My wife was up and about, 

 although it was still early. " Put the pan on 

 the fire, wife, for us three," said I. 



" What ? for this man, too ? " said she, 

 pointing to the poacher. 



"Yes," said I. 



" No, indeed I will not," said she, warmly. 

 '* For if he had kept from shooting your 

 pheasants, he would not have been here 

 now." 



"Well, if you won't, I will," says I, and on 

 the pan went with some of my home-killed 

 bacon in it, and some eggs. When it was 

 cooked we three men sat down to breakfast 

 together, and had a good snap ; after which 

 Scott and I marched our man down to 

 Newport, a distance of eight miles, and took 

 him before the magistrates. 



