ee round t' feasts and
fairs loike; and shew thee to t' folks at so mooch a head. Ay'se sure
Ay'd mak a fortune o' t!"

"He has you there, Tom! Ha! ha! ha!" laughed Archer. "Tim's down upon
you there, by George! Now, Frank, do fancy Tom Draw in a cage at
Borough-bridge or Catterick fair! Lord! how the folks would pay to look
at him! Fancy the sign board too! The Great American Man-Mammoth! Ha!
ha! ha! But come, we must not stay here talking nonsense, or we shall do
no good. Show me, Tim, where are the quail!"

"Doon t' bog meadow yonner! joost t' slack,* [*Slack--Yorkshire.
Anglice, Moist hollow] see thee, there!" pointing with the stout
black-thorn; "amang yon bits o' bushes!"

"Very well--that's it; now let go the setters; take Flash and Dan along
with you, and cut across the country as straight as you can go to the
spring head, where we lunched last year; that day, you know, Tom, when
McTavish frightened the bull out of the meadow, under the pin-oak tree.
Well! put the champagne into the spring to cool, and rest yourself there
till we come; we shan't be long behind you."

Away went Tim, stopping from time to time to mark our progress, and over
the fence into the bog meadow we proceeded; a rascally piece of broken
tussockky ground, with black mud knee-deep between the hags, all covered
with long grass. The third step I took, over I went upon my nose, but
luckily avoided shoving my gun-barrels into the filthy mire.

"Steady, Frank, steady! I'm ashamed of you!" said Harry; "so hot and so
impetuous; and your gun too at the full cock; that's the reason, man,
why you missed firing at your first bird, this morning. I never cock
either barrel till I see my bird; and, if a bevy rises, only one at a
time. The birds will lie like stones here; and we cannot walk too slow.
Steady, Shot, have a care, sir!"

Never, in all my life, did I see any thing more perfect than the style
in which the setters drew those bogs. There was no more of racing, no
more of impetuous dash; it seemed as if they knew the birds were close
before them. At a slow trot, their sterns whipping their flanks at every
step, they threaded the high tussockks. See! the red dog straightens his
neck, and snuffs the air.

"Look to! look to, Frank! they are close before old Chase!"

Now he draws on again, crouching close to the earth. "Toho! Shot!" Now
he stands! no! no! not yet--at least he is not certain! He turns his
head to catch his master's eye! Now his