ruthless tyrant, Belle, over his
own people, and by his cruelty and rapaciousness must either have stunned
them into an apathy approaching to idiotcy, or made them artful knaves in
their own defence. The qualities of parents are generally transmitted to
their descendants--the progeny of trained pointers are almost sure to
point, even without being taught: if, therefore, all Frasers are either
rogues or fools, as this person seems to insinuate, it is little to be
wondered at, their parents or grandparents having been in the training-
school of old Fraser! But enough of the old tyrant and his slaves.
Belle, prepare tea this moment, or dread my anger. I have not a gold-
headed cane like old Fraser of Lovat, but I have, what some people would
dread much more, an Armenian rune-stick."

CHAPTER V

Fresh Arrivals--Pitching the Tent--Certificated Wife--High-flying
Notions.

On the following morning, as I was about to leave my tent, I heard the
voice of Belle at the door, exclaiming, "Sleepest thou, or wakest thou?"
"I was never more awake in my life," said I, going out. "What is the
matter?" "He of the horse-shoe," said she, "Jasper, of whom I have heard
you talk, is above there on the field with all his people; I went out
about a quarter of an hour ago to fill the kettle at the spring, and saw
them arriving." "It is well," said I; "have you any objection to asking
him and his wife to breakfast?" "You can do as you please," said she; "I
have cups enough, and have no objection to their company." "We are the
first occupiers of the ground," said I, "and, being so, should consider
ourselves in the light of hosts, and do our best to practise the duties
of hospitality." "How fond you are of using that word," said Belle; "if
you wish to invite the man and his wife, do so, without more ado;
remember, however, that I have not cups enough, nor indeed tea enough,
for the whole company." Thereupon hurrying up the ascent, I presently
found myself outside the dingle. It was as usual a brilliant morning,
the dewy blades of the rye-grass which covered the plain sparkled
brightly in the beams of the sun, which had probably been about two hours
above the horizon. A rather numerous body of my ancient friends and
allies occupied the ground in the vicinity of the mouth of the dingle.
About five yards on the right I perceived Mr. Petulengro busily employed
in erecting his tent; he held in his hand an iron bar, sharp at the
bo