CHAPTER VII. 



THE END OF POACHER BOB. 



A S I have mentioned before, Ball, Mr. 

 ** Ryder's head keeper, recovered, so I 

 went back to father, when Mr. John Fuller 

 said he was afraid that I should never be big 

 enough for a keeper, and that I had better be 

 apprenticed to a shoemaker. Father, too, used 

 to sneer at me, and said : " All you are fit 

 for, Jack, is to stand behind a counter and tear 

 up calico.'' Then he would put his hands 

 together, and make a noise with his mouth, as 

 if he were tearing a piece of calico in two. So 

 I decided to try my hand at something else for 

 a while, until I could get a place as under 

 keeper, for a keeper I determined to be. 



