SKETCHES IN THE EAST AND WEST 



[These little tales are not romances, but exact recitals — as to the 

 dogs — of incidents in the field. It is hoped that they convey some 

 useful suggestions.] 



On the Eastu'n Sho' 



" I des gvvine back ter de Eastu'n Sho', 

 I done got tiahd o' Bawltimo', 



'Ca'se I'se wuhkin' hahd 



In de white folks' yahd, 

 En' I don' git time ter res' no mo'." 



To us not yet of the toga he was the doctor ; 

 to the young voters he was Doctor Ed ; to those 

 of three decades he was Ed ; to the venerable he 

 was Eddy. On the Eastern Shore of Maryland, 

 where the families are as old as the land boun- 

 daries and are interrelated, these gradations, mix- 

 tures of familiarity with recognition of dignity, 

 are understood. 



Once a season the doctor shot quail on the 

 judge's place. The old man, a small laird in his 

 way, lived on land which had been in his family 

 since the Proprietary times. His notion of tres- 

 pass was English and baronial. Whether he 

 would go to extremes or not was not openly 

 tested, but every boy and poacher believed that 



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