dparents 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 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
bottom, with a kind of arm projecting from the top for the purpose of
supporting a kettle or cauldron over the fire, and which is called in the
Romanian language "Kekauviskoe saster." With the sharp end of this Mr.
Petulengro was making holes in the earth at about twenty inches' distance
from each other, into which he inserted certain long rods with a
considerable bend towards the top, which constituted no less than the
timbers of the tent, and the supporters of the canvas. Mrs. Petulengro
and a female