The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-09-11

ing) down to the humble gauger. Well, one
| evening of great revelry-by the way, Sir
John, this brandy is as good as if it were
smuggled-the magistrate and myself, in our
| bag the most game in two or three hours of
| the next day, for Ffolliot was certainly then a
prime shot, and needn't say could pull a
sure trigger myself: However, my intention
was not to strive with him then, but to play
| the skinfint prank that would be remem
bered to him. Accordingly the next morning,
mersion in cold water, swallowed some tum-
blers of hot milk punch instead of soda water
or buttermilk, and punished breakfast that
| would have made greenhorn stare, after
| the shooting match"
"You were cool and steady then"
"One of us didn't want to be steady, Sir
Wwell, Bill Ffolliot," says myself, as we're
to remain out for three or four hours, surely
Wen require to take soma refreshments with
us, after the night
Small blame to you for that idea, any way,
which is worthy Of Charley Rorke.' says our
host, laughing; and by Jove, you shall have
you fancy it, particularly as ,oe're sure to have
port): ~ :,
have it at Bills expense
"' Faith, Charley, you'll have to borrow the
| price or to run tick for it, says Bill, winking
and examining his flint.
|
| by the piper that played before Moses, Pm
undher q great mistake, or there,l be an item
of half a dozen port added to Bills six-folio'd
carry the refreshments), put the ham under, it
can bear crushing, and the bottle on the top,
as it is brittle put the bread between them
| and the two-there, thatn do now
Z" But when and where will we meet, Char
I "s It's now past twelve says myself, bould-
": tlet us meet at two, hardly the little
stream at the tuck mill, to snack. Then let
us shoot for another hour, when, whoever has
the least game bagged, let him pay the piper I;
and Bill may have some suspicion of the fair
ness of my shooting, though 1 have the most
perfect reliance on his honor, come with me
ns Id sy
know you're always suspested,' says Bob.
r. oh n9g; guilty consoisn'e-s0n know the
$50 the arrangement was settled, and we
! set out, well provided with all appliances for
bird murder, Bill taking direction TOWARDS
in my wake, took nearly the opposite
one towards the shore. But when we had
reached furlong or so from the house, halo,
Neddy, you numbskull,' says I, close up and,
let us rest ourselves on that healthy spot, near
"And was that the way you intended to kill
your game But help yourself: story telling
| is dry work"
Yes, Sir John-why, this brandy improves
with every glass. But don't wonder at your
question. Neddy asked me the same question,
| opening his eyes as wide as if he never intend
ed to shut them.
ibid YOU think, you danderhead,'. says I,
that had the least notion of scrambling over
bog and ditch, and yon, with the scott, to he
along with me, when made the bet
BY COMFY said Neddy, with shout,
though l always know your honor to be
dhrame you wor goin' to play so capytal a
thrick to-day
That shows. Neddy' says 1, that you have
as little brains as your master, who certainly
| brandy to my care-here quick-a pull you
blackguard, while stretch my batthered legs
on this soft patch of heath-ho how it does
revive one after nights spree; and l never
felt more bothered than after last night. And
SO you thought like an ass, as you are, that i
was going to harass those legs, that are Ger,
for o bubble bet, too, for the divil bird
will Bill Ffolliot shoot till he goes back, bar,
!. ring he hits q gull or o crow near the house
So here's another pull to his success Holy
Noses how he will stare and curse when he
comes to look for the prog and finds it NON es
inrentasl Oh, my poor legs yon are sadly the
, why, to tell Gods truth, an shame the
divle, they wouldn't make q good pair o>
understanders for Tom Saltry, the dancing
master At present G your SAID Neaos
Your laughing, you impudent vagabond,
, says 1, but here, rinch this empty snuff box
and I'll give you toothful In 1t, LnOugn you
don't deserve it ; and while we're resting III
| tell you story about those same understand
ers.'
al gave him the snuff box full, and told hin
the story, which you have by heart, Sir John
Neddy, Of course, enjoyed it, aud while he wa
} laughing uproariously, Istretched myself oil
the heath for nap, directing him to rouse me
should any one come near; at all events, t.
waken me in an hour for our snack"
eff was there, the -o'nine-tales of thu
trumpeters should have sounded the reuciHe OIL
your homes"
9 "Neddy was more tender-hearted, Sir John
he remained by mel wouldn't swear h
D hadn't another pull at the bottte-whlle ha
a most refreshing nap. l was in the middl
. of q glorious dream about brandy and tea
tobacco and promotion, when he woke me fC
, the snack, though, believe, the blacxguar
Il gagged the hour by his stomach, aud not b
f real time. Any way, we had scarcely finished
b and vas only in the act of making clea
Y apce of the brandy, which was neatly as GOO
o as your own, Sir John with q smack), whe
n IN comes Bill, discOnsolate aud lame as q tire
8 hack, after carrying a jovial parson Ion
o days journey-I mean no disrespect to tt
y church, Sir John"