Sketches — Volume 01 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 30 pages of information about Sketches — Volume 01.

Sketches — Volume 01 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 30 pages of information about Sketches — Volume 01.

“See if I haim at any think agin but vot’s sitting on a rail or a post” —­said Mr. Richard—­“or s’pose Spriggs you goes on von side of an ’edge and me on t’other—­and ve’ll get the game between us—­and then—­”

“Thankye for me, Dick,” interrupted Spriggs, “but that’ll be a sort o’ cross-fire that I sha’n’t relish no how.—­Vy it’ll be just for all the world like fighting a jewel—­on’y ve shall exchange shots—­p’r’aps vithout any manner o’ satisfaction to ‘ither on’ us.  No—­no—­let’s shoot beside von another—­for if ve’re beside ourselves ve may commit suicide.”

“My vig!” cries Mr. Grubb, “there’s a covey on ’em.”

“Vere?”

“There!”

“Charge ’em, my lad.”

“Stop! fust charge our pieces.”

Having performed this preliminary act, the sportsmen crouched in a dry ditch and crawled stealthily along in order to approach the tempting covey as near as possible.

Up flew the birds, and with trembling hands they simultaneously touched the triggers.

“Ve’ve nicked some on ’em.”

“Dead as nits,” said Spriggs.

“Don’t be in an hurry now,” said the cautious Mr. Grubb, “ve don’t know for certain yet, vot ve hav’n’t hit.”

“It can’t be nothin’ but a balloon then,” replied Spriggs, “for ve on’y fired in the hair I’ll take my ’davy.”

Turning to the right and the left and observing nothing, they boldly advanced in order to appropriate the spoil.

“Here’s feathers at any rate,” said Spriggs, “ve’ve blown him to shivers, by jingo!”

“And here’s a bird! hooray!” cried the delighted Grubb—­“and look’ee, here’s another—­two whole ’uns—­and all them remnants going for nothing as the linen-drapers has it!”

“Vot are they, Dick?” inquired Spriggs, whose ornithological knowledge was limited to domestic poultry; “sich voppers ain’t robins or sparrers, I take it.”

“Vy!” said the dubious Mr. Richard-resting on his gun and throwing one leg negligently over the other—­“I do think they’re plovers, or larks, or summat of that kind.”

“Vot’s in a name; the thing ve call a duck by any other name vould heat as vell!” declaimed Spriggs, parodying the immortal Shakspeare.

“Talking o’ heating, Spriggs—­I’m rayther peckish—­my stomick’s bin a-crying cupboard for a hour past.—­Let’s look hout for a hinn!”

CHAPTER V.

An extraordinary Occurrence—­a Publican taking Orders.

Tying the legs of the birds together with a piece of string, Spriggs proudly carried them along, dangling at his fingers’ ends.

After tramping for a long mile, the friends at length discovered, what they termed, an house of “hentertainment.”

Entering a parlour, with a clean, sanded floor, (prettily herring-boned, as the housemaids technically phrase it,) furnished with red curtains, half a dozen beech chairs, three cast-iron spittoons, and a beer-bleached mahogany table,—­Spriggs tugged at the bell.  The host, with a rotund, smiling face, his nose, like Bardolph’s, blazing with fiery meteors, and a short, white apron, concealing his unmentionables, quickly answered the tintinabulary summons.

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