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friend, when we espied a fly coming along the road. 

 In it was seated Warner of the Welsh Harp at 

 Hendon. Taking pity on us, he gave us a lift, and 

 drove us to the nearest station, and we reached 

 London in due time. 



This was the last of my hunting experiences. I 

 got disgusted with it, and sold my horses. Having 

 read naming accounts from Cook's tourists, some of 

 whom had been round the world in ninety days, I 

 packed up my guns and some clothes, and started 

 for America. 



I did not remain long in New York, as I was 

 anxious to commence shooting. So I was not long 



in getting to the small town of , and, putting 



up at the best hotel the place afforded, which was 

 not a very good one, sent for the landlord. 



" Wall, Britisher, I'm glad to see yeu," com- 

 menced the American Boniface, coolly seating him- 

 self on the table, and commencing spitting at a 

 bluebottle fly on the floor. " So yeu've come here 

 to see our glorious American Constitootion. Wall, 

 I guess yeu'll be pretty considerable surprised — 

 tarnation surprised, doggoned if you won't. We're 

 an almighty nation, we air. Going a-shooting, air 

 yeu ? Wall, I calkerlate we've got more game 

 hereabouts than would fill all London, and enough 

 ships in our little river the Mississi-pi to tow your 



