The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1881-07-13

tia. wa. Cockney, % they calls them
F.ondop chaps. OF course, SIR, j don
,rrsn slisrtpect 10 you, because. astnougo
vou lives there yourself, you hain't exaetiy
as.s ~ 'em. seeing IS you was bred ana
hnrn In our county. Well, he--thls ERE
s,ockney-come down here about one OF
,hese ,ere nasty railroads. No, sir, ! never
sode IN one OF them trains, nor don
near 10 ms long as can ride Ia my OLD
vic. and when / can't no more, Why,
ia wsIk 10 market Well, then, tbs
Ser. (,ockpey was staying 10 the next VII
sare--ibe folks there call II town because
i,ss bit bigger than our'n-and the squire,
living as be did half way between Tue TWO
xisces. only about mile apart, ana oeiug .
bospitubsc. kind.bearted man, TOOK not'ce Oh
This 'ere Cockney, and asked nlm 10 olnner,
and co on. A cieverish sort OF chap ne
p.s nv his own account; and talk! Well,
he could talk for certain! He could do
thls. and that, and poiher; and made us
All feel we was nobodies, and knowed no.
Thing. and could do nothing. Sbo0tl Why,
nothing with fur or feathers could live II 1t
got IN before bis gun. At last the Squire
got or, his mettle and challenged him to go
ont with hin on the 1st, and made an agree
mept with him for G5 side who sbouid
make the heaviest bag, and whatever one
shot the other was 10 carry. Well, there
WAS a goodish party OF US started, but only
the Squire aud MIR. Cockney was 10 shoot ;
so about 8 O'Clock in the morning OF we all
went. and the Squire gOod.naturedly gave
the Cockney first chance. Bang, bang, one
hayrel after t-other, be went; but nothing
dropped. Then the Squire pulled trigger,
and fetched down q bird with each
barrel, for be was fairish shot. The Cock
ney made some excuse for missing, but
there, we could soon see he could DO no.
thing, while the Squire hardly missed
shot; and as the bargain was that what one
shot the other should carry. Mr.. Cockney
toward luncb-time was very glad to be
eased Of bis load. He made good light OF
II. however, and made up for bis bad shoot
ing by his taking. But by O'Clock he had
as much as be could well carry, and as the
Squire always, Ike the sportsman he was,
made II rule not TO shoot after this hour, we
started for home. The poor Cockney went
staggering along with the Squre's bag !;
and can tell you It was pretty heavy, and
he looked regular done-up, for 1t was hot
tisb day. Well, we had got pretty nigh
home, and were going through the little
paddock close TO the Squire's house, and
one had asked the Cockuey il be could bit
hayrick or bsrn, and such like chaff vas
going oD, when we came across goodish-
sized calf as bad been capering around the
paddock, and all at once come aud stood
stoek-stilI within few yards OF the Cock
ney, and was iust going of for another
scamper, when Mr.. Coekney turned sharp
round and let fly both barrels, one after
t'otber, bang bang ! and SHOT the cali dead
as a hammer. and says TO the Squire !:
snow, dang it. carry that" Larf! Lor'
massey on us, how we did larf to be sure,
and the Squire most OF all, though he lost
the wager; for you see. sir, the bargain was
that which OF the two made the heaviest bag
was to be the winner; and, good as the
Sources was, the calf outweighe1 hs'n.
But there, he managed 10 get 1t up, but
could hardly s'asger under 1t for larfng.
So you see, sir, the Cockney made up fol-
Dragging by his 'cuieness. 1t was smart
trick, wasn't it, sir? And | always larfs
when thinks on ChdmberS'S Journal.