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"why, we thought you had been tired of eating 

 poultry at home." 



" Oh, no ! I always prefer it to beef, mutton, or 

 pork." 



"Well, then, you shall have it again tomorrow if 

 you like, but now, being in Brighton, we will order 

 some fish, and a hind-quarter of veritable South- 

 down lamb." 



From Brighton we journeyed down to Bognor, 

 where we were treated to the finest prawns for 

 breakfast we ever beheld, and of which my travel- 

 ling companion having freely partaken, we proposed 

 a walk to some ruins by the seaside. " Well," we 

 cried, after examining them, "the sea-water looks 

 very inviting; a swim out and in will do us a power 

 of good, and here is a nice little nook where our 

 vestments may be deposited in safety while we are 

 out at sea." 



" Thank you," he replied, very demurely, " for the 

 suggestion, but I have always preferred land to 

 water, as I do poultry to butcher's meat; and I'm 

 not at all certain that were I even to venture out 

 to sea, I should ever see land again." 



As no persuasions could induce him to take a dip 

 in the briny deep, we availed ourselves of the op- 

 portunity to have a taste of salt water, our friend 

 sitting down on the ruins to watch our clothes and 

 proceedings. Upon our return to Bognor, the waiter 

 at the hotel informed us that we had chosen the 

 most dangerous place on that line of coast for 

 bathing, which afforded our agricultural friend 



