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at au end — for to his charge the setters were committed 

 to be led in leash, while we shot on, over the spaniels. 

 Another dozen grouse, and eighteen rabbits, completed 

 our last bag in the Woodlands. 



Late was it when we reached the Teachmans' hut — and 

 long and deep was the carouse that followed; and when 

 the moon had sunk and we were turning in, Tom Draw 

 swore with a mighty oath of deepest emphasis — that since 

 we had passed a week with him, he'd take a seat down in 

 the wagon, and see the Beacon Races. So we filled round 

 once more, and clinked our glasses to bind the joyous 

 contract, and turned in happy. 



DAY THE SEVENTH. 



Once more we were compelled to change our purpose. 



When we left Tom Draw's, it had been, as we thought, 

 finally decided that we were for this bout to visit that 

 fair village no more, but when that worthy announced 

 his own determination to accompany us on our homeward 

 route, and when we had taken into consideration the fact, 

 that, independent of Tom's two hundred and fifty weight 

 of solid flesh, we had two noble bucks, beside quail, ruffed 

 grouse, woodcock, and rabbit almost innumerable to trans- 

 port, in addition to our two. selves and Timothy, with the 

 four dogs, and lots of luggage — when we, I say, consid- 

 ered all this, it became apparent that another vehicle must 

 be provided for our return. So during the last jorum, 

 it had been put to the vote and unanimously carried that 

 we should start for Tom's, by a retrograde movement, at 

 four o'clock in the morning, breakfast with him, and rig 

 up some drag or other wherein Timothy might get the 

 two deer and the dogs, as best he might, into the city. 



"As for us," said Harry, "we will go down the other 

 road, Tom, over the Jaack-bone of the mountain, dine with 

 old Colonel Beams, stop at Paterson, and take a taste at 

 the Holy Father's poteen — you may look at the Falls if 

 you like it, Frank, while we're looking at the Innishowen 

 — and so get home to supper. I'll give you both beds 

 for one night — but not an hour longer — my little cellar 

 would be broken, past all doubt, if old Tom were to get 

 two nights out of it !" 



