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walking six miles to the ground, was a very common occurrence; and old Don was often transformed into a pig or a sheep, and the partridges into tame ducks or fowls, and sometimes into harpies, with the faces of my father and mother, and the rest of the family, watching my proceedings with their spectacles on. I would turn, and turn again, but it was of no avail, the instant sleep returned some annoying or ridiculous vision would present itself to my mind's eye,' and I rose feverish and unrefreshed long before daylight, dressed in the dark, and groping my way to old Don's kennel, started off and sat upon the gate of the field I had marked for the commencement of my beat, until the sun rose, and I could begin the slaughter according to the Act of Parliament. Many such nights have I passed when a young sportsman.

“ We, that is I and old Don, were pretty well known within twenty miles of Oxford. As I never was a pot-hunter, and cared nothing about the game after it was killed, and generally made a point of feeing the farmer's men pretty liberally, and joked and laughed with every body I met-I often got a day or two's shooting where other men failed: The keepers, too, would sometimes request me to assist them in making up a basket of game for presents, and a pound of tobacco, and a gross of pipes, has insured me the entire shooting of a farm for the season. Somehow I managed to go out somewhere every day.

“One day I received a note, rather a dirty one, from the keeper of Lord, who lived about eleven miles from Oxford, it ran thus :

«« « Sur,

Oblig me by kummin over the day after nex. I wants to kill a hep of gam.' Master's oldest sun's going to stan for M.P., and I'm to guv all the lectors as will vote for us a basket of gam.

You nos our manners—kum cross lore farm, and shut all you sees in your

rode. " " Your obedent Survunt,

66. Long Tom. « • P. S. Kum arly, and the onder kipper will git brekfist reddy.'

“ As his lordship’s manors were well stocked with game I did not hesitate a moment about accepting Long Tom's invitation, and started on foot as soon as it was light, with old Don. I kept the turnpike road for about five miles, and then turned into a stubble field, and made my way across the country for three or four miles, as straight as I could for the lower farm. I got two or three shots as I walked along, and had just marked a fine covey into a bit of Swedes, and was going through the gateway to kill two or three brace of them, when I was interrupted by a tall, strapping, keeper-looking fellow, who opened the negotiation in a loud blustering tone, by inquiring,

“Who gin you toleration to shoot here ?'— What's that to you?' I replied, walking up to old Don, who was standing the birds I had marked down.

“• Who gin you toleration to shoot here, I say?' was repeated in so loud a tone, that wburrh! whurrh ! rose the birds, and bang, bang went my Dupe. I had pocketed the brace, and was loading again, when Snob, who from instinct had waited to mark the rest of the covey, resumed his remarks.

“Do you know as you're a trespassing? I'll just trouble you for your name and 'tifficate, and I'll lay an inflammation agin you.'

“ + If,' said I, you'll show me your authority, you shall know all about it.'

" • "Thority -- 'thority! I am keeper here.'

“. So any other fool may tell me, but I'm not obliged to believe him -show me your deputation, and I'll show you my certificate,' I added, walking on my way after the birds. Snob walked along side, and after a great many strong remarks, which will not bear repeating, placed his great person between me and the stile, over which I was going to climb into the adjoining field, and told me, with an oath of course, that • I should not go a step further unless I showed him my 'tificate, or gave him


name.' “ I don't choose to be bullied into any thing, so I politely and positively declined.

Then I'll be - if I don't take your gun,' said he, coming towards me.

"Stand back, cried I ; if you dare to touch me or the gun I'll shoot you, and the click, click, as I cocked both barrels, made him turn as pale as death, and hesitate to attack me.

«« You cowardly, wizenfaced, scraggy-looking skeleton, if it was not for thy loaded gun there, I'd give thee a sound thrashing.'.

6"You would?' said I.
“Do thee just put thy gun down and try.'

" I fired off both barrels into the air, and laid the gun down, telling old Don to mind it,' and taking off my spectacles and coat said to him,

“• Now you great overgrown bully, pull off your jacket, and I'll teach you a lesson in civility you will not soon forget.'

“ The contest did not last very long. He swung his great powerful arms about like the sails of a windmill, and had he hit me would probably have stunned me; but I hit straight at his head and sprung back from his blows until I had reduced him to my own strength, then I closed with him and got his bullet-shaped head under my arm, which I pummelled until I was tired, and then threw him from me. He fell completely beaten, and for a time unable to move. At length he rose and wiping the blood from his face said with a most vindictive grin,

• • I'll have thee up for this—here's my deppytation.'
And here,' said I, is my certificate, if you can read it?'

“ He took it, and with the one eye which was not closed by my fist read. Nathan Nevermiss, St. Mark's Coll. Oxford,' and exclaimed,

“Well, if this isn't a pretty go. You're the very gen'leman as Long Tom sent me to meet, and I've got breakfast ready for you in my cottage; but you're not the least like'

"The gentleman you expected to meet,' interrupted I;' but if you had only been civil instead of trying to bully me, you would have saved yourself a sound beating, and me a great deal of unnecessary exertion.'

“I humbly beg your pardon, sir, and if you'll do me a favour you'll oblige me; don't tell any body as you whopp'd me so, or I shall never hear the last of it—but 'specially my missus, or she'd whop me too. I'll tell her I tumbled and fell with my face on a stump.'

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" I consented to keep the matter a secret, and walked to his cottage, where I found Long Tom and an excellent breakfast.

We were joined by two neighbouring farmers, and as the hares and pheasants were abundant, we killed enough in two or three hours to supply all the 'lectors in the county. It was downright murder, and more like, killing tame fowls and sheep than fere nature ; nothing like sport in it-human spaniels with sticks in their hands to put up the game instead of the exciting music of the dogs. I was quite sick of it, and as I had a little plan of my own to execute in my way back, I declined a very hearty invitation to dine with the farmers and set out on my return."

“In my route lay a snug cover, of sixty or seventy acres, full of game. It belonged to a man who, in his younger days, had been a tradesman in Oxford, and one of the greatest poachers that ever lived; but by the death of a relative had come into a considerable property, of which the farm on which this cover stood formed a part.

“He was a low-bred, nasty-tempered individual, but his money had the usual effect of making him what is called a country-gentleman, and a county magistrate. As soon as he became a beak he showed his talons, and had spring-guns, steel-traps, and spikes, set all over his estates; would not allow a cur of any kind to be kept by a tenant or cottager and sent every man to prison whom he suspected of wiring a hare, or trapping a rabbit. He shot all the foxes in his covers, and spiked the gapways and gates, to prevent the hounds coming

upon his grounds, and allowed no one a day's sporting of any kind. The game that he killed he sent up to London, exchanging it for wine and fish, and kept all his servants on rabbits, until they nauseated the very sight of them.

" It is needless to say he was not a popular character. I owed him a grudge for having threatened to exchequer me for following a wounded bird, and picking it up on his land. He did not know me by sight, only by name; and I now resolved to put in execution a plan that I had formed some time before. I walked boldly up to his house and rung the hall bell as loudly as I could. The bailiff who lived in the back part of the mansion came with marks of alarm on his face, and dinner in his mouth, to see what so unusually loud an application of the bell-rope could mean. "• Is Mr. Tapes at home?'

No, sir.' “So I suspected, and it was just what I wanted. " • Is he gone to Oxford ?' “« Yes, sir, and will not be home until dinner.' “ Could I speak with Mr. Scrape, the bailiff ?' “ • I'm Mr. Scrape, sir.'

“Oh! then,' continued I, “that is lucky. I have a letter to deliver to Mr. Tapes or yourself.'

“This letter i had prepared some time before—it was a regular forgery, and purported to be written by an attorney in Oxford, who was supposed to be so deep in Mr. Tapes's secrets as to have him completely under his thumb. One of his clerks wrote it, and was so successful then in copying his master's hand that no one could detect the imposition; and so much more so afterwards that he got 5001. out of he banker's bands by a forged check, and escaped to America with the amount.

" Mr. Scrape read and examined the letter minutely. The contents surprised him, as he was peremptorily ordered, in the absence of his master, to show me an hour or two's shooting, in the thickest part of his preserves, alleging as a reason for so unusual a proceeding, that he was under considerable obligations to my father.

“Mr. Scrape seemed puzzled how to act. He could not doubt the genuineness of the document, and knew that his master did not dare to refuse any request that his lawyer made to him. Seeing his hesitation, I told him that my time was but short, and I should feel obliged by his giving me some luncheon while he summoned the keeper, and without waiting for his answer, showed myself into a back room, through the open door of which I saw a table with a whity-brown table-cloth and some dishes upon it.

“• I'll trouble you,” said I, sitting down and helping myself to some rabbit-pie, and old Don to a large piece of bacon, " for a very large mug of very cold pump water, and some brandy; or if you've none at hand a bottle of sherry will do.'

" Mr. Scrape said, 'He really was very much surprised -very sorry-very glad-wished his master was at home-was sorry he was out;' but seeing me progressing coolly with my lunch, and not at all disposed to yield my point, left the room, and returned with a bottle of very good sherry. When I bad finished it and my meal, I informed him I was quite ready, and taking up my gun walked out directly for the cover; Mr. Scrape following and talking to himself.

"Oh dear! oh dear! what shall I do?'

Do ? said I, “unlock that gate, and take care and leave it unlocked. As the keeper is not here, I and my old dog shall do very well.'

“ Mr. Scrape hesitated, and wished I would but wait till his master came home. He would be home punctually at five, and I should have an hour's sport then—he never allowed any one to go into cover. My only reply was opening the gate, and letting fly, right and left, at two fine cock pheasants that old Don had Aushed, and begging Mr. Scrape to have the goodness to pick them up for me.

The report of the gun, as I suspected it would, brought the keeper and two assistants to the spot.

"• Mr. Scrape, I need not detain you any longer-I am obliged by your accompanying me thus far. Keeper, send away your dogs and men; you will be quite enough here. And I walked on and banged away at hares and pheasants as fast as I could load and fire, leaving the keeper and Mr. Scrape to talk over so unusual a circumstance. The keeper, when he had done his consultation, followed me, and very civilly begged to see my certificale - I gave him the document, which I knew he could not read-for I had taken care to ascertain the fact.

". Your name is, I see, sir ?-'

"• Yes,' said I, nodding ; you see—Snugs, of St. Paul's College --it's all right—if you come into Oxford, pray call and take some refreshments in my name-you'll not forget it-Snugs, of St. Paul's," and I returned the licence into my pocket-bock.

Sept.-Vol. LVII, NO. ccxxv.

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" The man showed his wisdom, by scratching his head, and making me a bow, saying, Well! how master could ever think of letting you or any body come a shooting here, I can't think.'

« • Your master,' I replied, is a very liberal man, I'm told, and nothing gives him so much pleasure as showing his friends sport, when they come to see him.'

« • Ees—when the do come to see him.'

“ I could not afford to lose any time, so I went on shooting, and very soon killed four or five brace of hares, and eight or ten of pheasants. Í told the keeper I was quite satisfied, and begged him to thank his master in my name, and to assure him of my regret at not finding him at home to receive me.

« « Thee isn't going to take away all the game ? “« The game !—decidedly-all I can carry—I am sure your master if he was at home, would be glad.'

“ • Then he is at home—for there's his voice, cried the keeper, as a loud hilloh! hilloh!' reached his ears.

“ • That your master's voice ?' said I, apparently much pleased; • run instantly, and tell him I'm delighted he's returned.'

“ Away went the keeper, and away went )-in a contrary direction, as fast as four brace of pheasants, which I had managed to cram into. my pockets, would allow me, leaving the rest of the game for my host. I knew if I could once get clear out of cover, I could beat them all at a run-but how to get out was the question, as the gates and palings were all spiked. I tried a ruse, an artful dodge, which answered very well. I called old Don to heel, and giving him a sign to keep close, doubled upon my pursuers, whose voices I could just hear, and turning down the cover, by a ride which ran parallel to the one by which they were going to meet me, as they thought, threw myself flat upon my face, at the bottom of a thick thorn-bush, and lay close until they had passed.

“ Though they could not see me, I could see and hear them distinctly; there was Mr. Tapes, and the very lawyer whose name we had just taken the liberty of using. Mr. Scrape, and

the keeper, with his two assistants, and a groom, leading the two nags, from which the host and his attorney had just dismounted.

Mr. Tapes was red with rage, the attorney still redder. Mr. Scrape and the keeper were excusing themselves in the best way they could, and the groom was winking at the two under keepers, and applying his thumb in a peculiar way to his nose with his fingers distended, plainly meaning, this is fun.'

“« To dare to forge my name,' said the lawyer.
« « To dare to drink my sherry,' said Mr. Tapes.
“ And eat the rabbit-pie,' said Scrape.
« « To kill ten brace of pheasants,' said the keeper.
« « I'll hang him for forgery,' continued the lawyer.

I'll prosecute him for poaching,' said Mr. Tapes—what's his name?'

66 • Snugs,' replied the keeper. “ • Don,' replied Mr. Scrape.

" • Don't you wish you may catch him ?' said the groom to the underkeepers.

"• I had heard quite enough to convince me I should get into

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