CHAPTER II! 
WE WALK ACROSS 
June 24th (continued.)—We \eft exactly at seven in 
the evening; and we left in a roar of laughter. I began 
it, and Hyland took it up. 
You remember the White Knight in Alice ex Wonder- 
land? Well, that was Hyland to a T. 
Just try and picture, if you can, a man with a gun, 
dressed like this, and on a desert island. Start at the 
bottom and go up. India-rubber boots, cord breeches, 
a kettle tied round his waist with a bit of string. Two 
coats—a long-tailed shooting-coat, and over this a 
canvas Norfolk jacket covered with pockets of many 
kinds all bulged out to the utmost limit. Various 
things hung all about him, including a bundle of clothes, 
a pair of shooting-boots, a couple of grey skin boots, 
ornamented in red, with tassels; the whole topped with 
a flapped velvet stalking-cap. 
I don’t know how it reads, but it looked very comical, 
and my dress was much the same, without the skin boots. 
First of all we made our way to the ford by the 
Russian cross—a distance of about two miles. But by 
the time we reached it, we had both come to the con- 
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