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reputable greenish hue, tinged with a tawny 

 red. 



At Bally bricken Station we found a very smart 

 trap awaiting us, with a servant in buckskin breeches, 

 and in top-boots polished as brightly as the panels 

 of the trap. 



" You've a dog, sir ? " said the servant. 



" Yes, yes," replied Podgers, in a hurried and 

 confused sort of way. 



" In the van, sir ? " 



" No ; he is here — under the seat. Come out. 

 Albatross ! — come out, good fellow 1 " And Podgers 

 chirruped and whistled in what was meant to be 

 a seductive and blandishing manner. 



Albatross stirred not. 



" Hi ! hi ! Here, good fellow ! " 



Albatross commenced to growl. 



" Dear me, this is very awkward ! " cried Podgers, 

 poking at the animal in a vigorous and irritated 

 way. 



" Time's up, sir," shouted the guard, essaying to 

 close the door. 



" Hold hard, sir 1 I can't get my dog out ! " 

 cried Podgers. 



" I'll get him out," volunteered the guard ; and, 

 seizing upon the whip which the smart driver of 

 the smart trap held in inviting proximity, he pro- 



