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Rum'' and "Brandy — 1817," relieved the prospect. Before 

 we had sat down, Timothy entered, bearing a horse bucket 

 filled to the brim with ice, from whence protruded the 

 long- necks and split corks of three champagne bottles. 



''Now, Tim," said Archer, "get your own supper, when 

 you've finished with the cattle; feed the dog's well to-night; 

 and then to bed. And hark you, call me at five in the 

 morning; we shall want you to carry the game bag and 

 the drinkables; take care of yourself. Tim, and good 

 night !" 



"No need to tell him that." cried Tom, "he's something 

 like yourself; / tell you. Archer, if Tim ever dies of thirst, 

 it must be where there is nothing wet, but water!" 



"(Now hark to the old scoundrel, Frank," said Archer, 

 •'hark to him pray, and if he doesn't out-eat both of us. 

 and out-drink anything you ever saw. may I miss my first 

 bird to-morrow — that's all ! Give me a slice of beef, 

 Frank; that old Goth would cut it an inch thick, if I let 

 him touch it ; out with a cork, Tom ! Here's to our sport 

 to-morrow !" 



"Uh ; that goes good !" replied Tom, with an oath, which, 

 by the apparent gusto of the speaker, seemed to betoken 

 that the wine had tickled his palate — "that goes good! 

 that's different from the darned red trash you left up 

 here last time." 



"And of which you liave left none, I'll be bound," an- 

 swered Archer, laughing; "my best Latour. Frank, which 

 the old infidel calls trash." 



"It's all below, every bottle of it," answered Tom : "I 

 wouldn't use such rot-gut stuff, no, not for vinegar. 'Taint 

 half so good as that red sherry you had up here oncet; 

 that was poor weak stuff, too, but it did well to make milk 

 I)unch of; it did well instead of milk." 



"Now. Frank," said Archer, "you won't believe me, that 

 I knoii>: but it's true, all the same. A year ago, this 

 autumn. I brought up five gallons of exceedingly stout. 

 rather fiery, young, brown shen-y — draught wine, you 

 know! — and what did Tom do here, but mix it, half and 

 half, with brandy, nutmeg, and sugar, and drink it for 

 milk punch!" 



•'I did .so, by the eternal," replied Tom, bolting a huge 

 lump of beef, in order to enable himself to answer — "I did 

 .1(1. :ind irood milk punch it made, too, but it was too 



