OO WARWICK WOODLANDS. 



"They'd been a slavin there through the darned vhorus 

 and briers, and the old stinkin mud holes, and flushed 

 a most almighty sight of cock, where the brush 'Vas too 

 thick to shoot them, and every one they flushed, he came 

 stret out into the open field, where Archer know we should 

 have been, and where we should have killed a thunderin 

 mess, and no mistake; and they went on danunin, and 

 wonderin, and sweatin through the brush, till they got out 

 to the far eend, and there they had to make tracks back 

 to us through the bog meadow, under a brilin sun, and 

 when they did get back, the bull was jest a goin through 

 the bars — and every d — d drop o' the rum was drinked 

 up; and the sun was settin, and the day's shootin — that 

 was spoiled 1 — and then McTavish tantalized them the 

 worst sort. But I did laugh to kill; it was the best I 

 ever did see, was that spree — Ha I ha ! ha !" 



And, as he finished, he burst out into his first horse 

 laugh, in which I chorused him most heartily, having in 

 truth been in convulsions, between the queemess of his 

 lingo, and the absurdly grotesque attitudes into which 

 he threw himself, in imitating the persons concerning 

 whom this story ran. After this, jest succeeded jest! and 

 story, story! 'till, in good truth, the glass circling the 

 while with most portentous speed, I began to feel bees in 

 my head, and still in truth no one, I believe, of the party, 

 was entirely collected in his thoughts, except Tom Draw, 

 whom it is as impossible for liquor to affect, as it would 

 be for brandy to make a hogshead drunk, and who stalked 

 off to bed with an air of solemn gravity that would have 

 well become a Spanish grandee of the olden time, telling 

 us, as he left the room, that we were all as drunk as 

 thunder, and that we should be stinkin in our beds till 

 noon to-morrow. 



A prediction, by the way, which he took right good 

 care to defeat in his own person; for in less than five 

 hours after we retired, which was about the first of the 

 small hours, he rushed into my room, and finding that 

 the awful noises which he made, had no effect in waking 

 me, dragged me bodily out of bed, and clapping my wet 

 sponge in my face, walked off, as he said, to fetch the 

 bitters, which were to make me as fine as silk upon the 

 instant. 



This time. I must confess that I did not look with quite 



