286 I GO A- FISHING. 



"Yes, sir; the Major always sends me to bed at the 

 third bottle, sir, and I always doesn't go. He's been a 

 telling you the old story, now hasn't he, sir ?" 



"What old story, John?" 



" Why, all about Miss Lewis, and Mister Tom, and the 

 General ?" 



"Yes." 



John laid his long black finger knowingly up by the 

 side of his nose, and looked at me. 



" Why, John you don't mean to say eh ?" 



"All the claret, sir?" 



" What ! Sarah and the black horse, and " 



" All claret, sir." 



" John, my man, go in and take care of him. He is 

 either asleep or drunk. Curious that ! Why didn't I 

 think that a man was hardly to be believed after the sec- 

 ond bottle, and perfectly incredible on the third. By Jove ! 

 he is a trump at a story, though." 



It would be difficult to describe all that I dreamed 

 about that night. 



