CONCLUSION 



One more friend was about to begin his story. 

 Whether he was from York, Lincohi, Nottingham, 

 or Bedfordshire, was not ascertained, for on a 

 sudden we were startled by the cawing of an old 

 crow and the screams of a jay, which, added to the 

 chatterings of a couple of magpies, warned us that 

 daylight was appearing ; and I was reluctantly 

 obliged to request that his story might be deferred 

 to some future time, should we ever meet again, 

 when we might all have more to relate concerning 

 the inexhaustible subject of our lives. Chanticleer 

 now clapped admiring wings, and sang out a loud 

 applause. This excited the particular notice of one 

 of our party, who exclaimed, " I'll go round and 

 have a sly bite at his tail, for 'tis a quiet retired 

 place, and no one yet about." 



"Take heed," said I, "that thou bring us not 

 into trouble." 



Soon afterwards we were again interrupted by 



