MINE HOST AND FRIEND BALDWIN. 2O9 



must now fleece the very men he's in league 

 with. He's a nice sort of man isn't he ? All 

 the proceeds of the night's poaching will find 

 its way into Mr. Goodman's pocket and 

 larder, and the miserable pittance he allows 

 to the poachers, who have risked perhaps their 

 lives, and certainly their liberties, will come 

 back to him eventually. 



Now, Baldwin, you say this landlord is a 

 great friend of yours, and makes you " fly " to 

 the poachers' tricks ; well, I ask you, what is 

 this man's friendship and information worth to 

 you ? Not much, I think. " Why," you say, 

 " we had a jolly evening at the * Red Cow ' 

 after a good day's sport." Quite so ; and you 

 lost very much by it. " Lost ? " you say, in 

 astonishment, " how, in what way ?" Listen, 

 friend Baldwin, and I will explain. 



You killed twenty couple of rabbits. Mr. 

 H. took three, Mr. G. took four, Mr. W. took 

 three, and Mr. Goodfnan took six to make into 

 rabbit pies for the evening party. That makes 

 twenty-six out of the forty, and then, again, 

 you gave Jack Smith one for brushing, and two 



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