A NIGHT AMONGST THE SAND EELS. GT 



during the fishing. Every one gets into their 

 own vehicle ; but where are Captain A. and 

 Miss B. ? This couple is wanted to complete 

 the party. They are shouted for again and 

 again, and at last they appear strolling very 

 leisurely across the sands. 



" All right," observes the militaire, coming 

 up, " lots of time." 



" Is there ?" exclaimed our captain rather tes- 

 tily, " there is nothing of the sort. We have 

 already wasted a quarter of an hour in waiting 

 for you, Deuced odd you could not manage to 

 be near." 



"Nothing odd at all," says the gentleman 

 addressed nor was there. 



" Come, sir, be quick," cries Falle, our old 

 white-headed pilot. "My good" (a favourite 

 expression), " we are half an hour late ; move on 

 quick unless yoii all want a swim." (To the 

 carters) " Trot the horses, and get along as 

 quick as possible." 



Away we go again, bump, bump, jolt, jolt, up 

 to the horses' bellies in water, and the tide run- 

 ning in like a mill sluice. There is one more 

 bit of water to pass, and we are safe. All get 



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