OULTON BROAD AND NEIGHBOURHOOD 7 



On the way to the Bungalow " Banker's Shed " is passed, 

 but in vain we seek the familiar faces of the members of the 

 " local Parliament," who, alas ! are now no more. They were 

 an interesting batch of old veterans whose pleasure it was 

 to meet regularly every morning in a small tumbled-down 

 harness-maker's shop to discuss local and imperial politics, 

 together with the stirring news of the day. 



Seeking the owner of the Bungalow, a bargain is made to 

 the mutual satisfaction of all concerned, and possession is 

 formally taken with a view to a protracted sojourn. 



Whilst engaged unpacking the luggage, several chance 

 acquaintances from the bridge drop in to " lend a hand if 

 wanted," which means the dispatch of a messenger to "The Lady 

 of the Lake "for a big stone jar of "mild and sweet" for 

 them to consume whilst they watch the unpacking, and at 

 times muster up sufficient energy to handle rods, guns and 

 other paraphernalia as each is exposed to view. 



Having completed these preliminaries, arrangements are 

 made with one of the self-invited visitors for a row round the 

 broad in his punt, to which proposition he readily acquiesces, 

 but at the same time shows no inclination to move until the 

 last drop from the stone jar has been drained. 



With a natural instinct somewhat akin to the fair 

 narrator of The Arabian Nights, he replenishes his glass, 

 relights his pipe, and commences to tell an interesting story 

 concerning a local celebrity, one Jack Sparrow to wit, whose 

 bonhomie, deep sporting propensities and dare-devil pranks 

 compelled a liking in spite of contra prejudice, but who has 

 since been called to the happy hunting-grounds beyond the 

 greatest Divide. 



As the story may be interesting to the reader it is given 

 in extenso. 



JACK SPARROW'S LAST VOYAGE. 



Many are the celebrities and heroes of rod and gun that may 

 yet be met with in Norfolk. The subject of the present story 



