WARWICK WOODLANDS. 13 



Indian campaigning has taught you anything worth 

 knowing." 



To work I went at once, anci by the time I had got 

 tlirough — "Come, Tim," I heard him say, "I've got the 

 rough dirt off this fellow, you must polish him, while I 

 take a wash, and get a bit of dinner. Holloa ! Frank, are 

 you ready !" 



And he came bounding down to the water's edge, with 

 his Newmarket coat in hand, and sleeves rolled up to the 

 elbows, plunged his face into the cool stream, and took a 

 good wash of his soiled hands in the same natural basin. 

 Five minutes afterward we were .employed most pleasantly 

 with the spiced beef, white biscuit, and good wine, which 

 came out of the waterfall as cool as a Ounter could have 

 nxade it with all his icing. When we had pretty well got 

 tlirough, and were engaged with our cheroots, up came 

 Tim Matlock. 



"T' horses have got through wi' t' corn — they have fed 

 rarely — ^so I harnessed them, sur, all to the bridles — we 

 ca start when you will." 



"Sit down, and get your dinner then, sir — there's a 

 heel-tap in that bottle we have left for you — and when you 

 have done, put up the things, and we'll be off. I say, 

 Frank, let us try a shot with the pistols — I'll get the ease 

 — stick up that fellow-commoner upon the fence there, 

 and mark off a twenty paces." 



The marking irons were produced, and loaded — "Fire — 

 one — two — three" — bang! and the shivering of the glass 

 announced that never more would that chap hold the gen- 

 erous liquor; the ball had struck it plump in the centre, 

 and broken off the whole above the shoulder, for it was 

 fixed neck downward on the stake. 



"It is my turn now," said I ; and more by luck, I fancy, 

 than by skill, I took the neck off, leaving nothing but the 

 thick ring of the mouth still sticking on the summit of 

 the fence. 



"I'll hold you a dozen of my best Regalias against as 

 many of Manillas, that I break the ring." 



"Done. Harry!" 



"Done!" 



Again the pistol cracked, and the unerring ball drove 

 the small fragment into a thousand splinters. 



"That fotched 'um!" exclaimed Tim, who had come up 



