burntcalico。"Iplacedthiscalicoaboveit，andlightednotthehandkerchief，buttherag。NowIwillshowyousomethingelse。Ihaveamagicshillinginmypocket，whichIcanmakerunupalongmyarm。But，firstofall，Iwouldgladlyknowwhethereitherofyoucandothelike。"
　　ThereupontheHungarianandmyself，puttingourhandsintoourpockets，tookoutshillings，andendeavouredtomakethemrunupourarms，bututterlyfailed；bothshillings，afterwehadmadetwoorthreeattempts，fallingtotheground。"Whatnoncompossesyoubothare，"saidthejockey；andplacingashillingontheendofthefingersofhisrighthandhemadestrangefacestoit，drawingbackhishead，whereupontheshillinginstantlybegantorunuphisarm，occasionallyhoppingandjumpingasifitwerebewitched，alwaysendeavouringtomaketowardstheheadofthejockey。
　　"HowdoIdothat？"saidhe，addressinghimselftome。"I
　　reallydonotknow，"saidI，"unlessitisbythemotionofyourarm。""Themotionofmynonsense，"saidthejockey，and，makingadreadfulgrimace，theshillinghoppeduponhisknee，andbegantorunuphisthighandtoclimbuphisbreast。"Howisthatdone？"saidheagain。"Bywitchcraft，Isuppose，"saidI。"Thereyouareright，"saidthejockey；
　　"bythewitchcraftofoneofMissBerners’hairs；theendofoneofherlonghairsistiedtothatshillingbymeansofaholeinit，andtheotherendgoesroundmyneckbymeansofaloop；sothat，whenIdrawbackmyhead，theshillingfollowsit。IsupposeyouwishtoknowhowIgotthehair，"
　　saidhe，grinningatme。"Iwilltellyou。Ionce，inthecourseofmyridings，sawMissBernersbeneathahedge，combingoutherlonghair，and，beingratheramodestkindofperson，whatmustIdobutgetoffmyhorse，tiehimtoagate，gouptoher，andendeavourtoenterintoconversationwithher。Aftergivinghertheseleoftheday，andcomplimentingheronherhair，Iaskedhertogivemeoneofthethreads；whereuponshegavemesuchalook，and，callingmefellow，toldmetotakemyselfoff。’Imusthaveahairfirst，’saidI，makingasnatchatone。IbelieveIhurther；but，whetherIdidornot，upshestarted，and，thoughherhairwasunbound，gavemetheonlydrubbingIeverhadinmylife。Lor！how，withherrighthand，shefibbedmewhilstsheheldmeroundtheneckwithherleftarm；Iwassoongladtobegherpardononmyknees，whichshegavemeinamoment，whenshesawmeinthatcondition，beingthemostplacablecreatureintheworld，andnotonlyherpardon，butoneofthehairswhichIlongedfor，whichIputthroughashilling，withwhichIhaveoneveningsafterfairs，likethis，frequentlyworkedwhatseemedtothosewholookedondownrightwitchcraft，butwhichisnothingmorethanpleasantdeception。Andnow，Mr。RomanyRye，totestifymyregardforyou，Igiveyoutheshillingandthehair。IthinkyouhaveakindofrespectforMissBerners；butwhetheryouhaveornot，keepthemaslongasyoucan，andwheneveryoulookatthemthinkofthefinestwomaninEngland，andofJohnDale，thejockeyofHorncastle。IbelieveIhavetoldyoumyhistory，"saidhe—"no，notquite；thereisonecircumstanceIhadpassedover。ItoldyouthatIhavethrivenverywellinbusiness，andsoIhave，uponthewhole；atanyrate，I
　　findmyselfcomfortablyoffnow。Ihavehorses，money，andowenobodyagroat；atanyrate，nothingbutwhatIcouldpayto—morrow。YetIhavehadmydrearyday，ay，afterIhadobtainedwhatIcallastationintheworld。Allofasudden，aboutfiveyearsago，everythingseemedtogowrongwithme—horsesbecamesickordied，peoplewhoowedmemoneybrokeorranaway，myhousecaughtfire，infact，everythingwentagainstme；andnotfromanymismanagementofmyown。Ilookedroundforhelp，but—whatdoyouthink？—
　　nobodywouldhelpme。SomehoworotherithadgotabroadthatIwasindifficulties，andeverybodyseemeddisposedtoavoidme，asifIhadgottheplague。ThosewhowerealwaysofferingmehelpwhenIwantednone，now，whentheythoughtmeintrouble，talkedofarrestingme。Yes；twoparticularfriendsofmine，whohadalwaysbeenofferingmetheirpurseswhenmyownwasstuffedfull，nowtalkedofarrestingme，thoughIonlyowedthescoundrelsahundredpoundseach；andtheywouldhavedoneso，providedIhadnotpaidthemwhatI
　　owedthem；andhowdidIdothat？Why，IwasabletodoitbecauseIfoundafriend—andwhowasthatfriend？Why，amanwhohassincebeenhung，ofwhomeverybodyhasheard，andofwhomeverybodyforthenexthundredyearswilloccasionallytalk。
　　"Oneday，whilstintrouble，IwasvisitedbyapersonIhadoccasionallymetatsporting—dinners。HecametolookafteraSuffolkPunch，thebesthorse，bythebye，thatanybodycanpurchasetodrive，itbeingtheonlyanimalofthehorsekindinEnglandthatwillpulltwiceatadeadweight。ItoldhimthatIhadnoneatthattimethatIcouldrecommend；infact，thateveryhorseinmystablewassick。Hetheninvitedmetodinewithhimataninncloseby，andIwasgladtogowithhim，inthehopeofgettingridofunpleasantthoughts。
　　Afterdinner，duringwhichhetalkednothingbutslang，observingIlookedverymelancholy，heaskedmewhatwasthematterwithme，andI，myheartbeingopenedbythewinehehadmademedrink，toldhimmycircumstanceswithoutreserve。
　　Withanoathortwofornothavingtreatedhimatfirstlikeafriend，hesaidhewouldsoonsetmeallright；andpullingouttwohundredpounds，toldmetopayhimwhenIcould。I
　　feltasIneverfeltbefore；however，Itookhisnotes，paidmysneaks，andinlessthanthreemonthswasrightagain，andhadreturnedhimhismoney。Onpayingittohim，IsaidthatIhadnowalunchwhichwouldjustsuithim，sayingthatI
　　wouldgiveittohim—afreegift—fornothing。Hesworeatme；—tellingmetokeepmyPunch，forthathewassuitedalready。IbeggedhimtotellmehowIcouldrequitehimforhiskindness，whereupon，withthemostdreadfuloathIeverheard，hebademecomeandseehimhangedwhenhistimewascome。Iwrunghishand，andtoldhimIwould，andIkeptmyword。ThenightbeforethedayhewashangedatH—，I
　　harnessedaSuffolkPunchtomylightgig，thesamePunchwhichIhadofferedtohim，whichIhaveeversincekept，andwhichbroughtmeandthisshortyoungmantoHorncastle，andinelevenhoursIdrovethatPunchonehundredandtenmiles。
　　IarrivedatH—justinthenickoftime。Therewastheuglyjail—thescaffold—andthereuponitstoodtheonlyfriendIeverhadintheworld。DrivingmyPunch，whichwasallinafoam，intothemidstofthecrowd，whichmadewayformeasifitknewwhatIcamefor，Istoodupinmygig，tookoffmyhat，andshouted，’GodAlmightyblessyou，Jack！’Thedyingmanturnedhispalegrimfacetowardsme—forhisfacewasalwayssomewhatgrim，doyousee—noddedandsaid，orI
　　thoughtIheardhimsay，’Allright，oldchap。’Thenextmoment—myeyeswater。Hehadahighheart，gotintoascrapewhilstinthemarines，losthishalf—pay，tooktotheturf，ring，gambling，andatlastcutthethroatofavillainwhohadrobbedhimofnearlyallhehad。Buthehadgoodqualities，andIknowforcertainthatheneverdidhalfthebadthingslaidtohischarge；forexample，heneverbribedTomOlivertofightcross，asitwassaidhedidonthedayoftheawfulthunder—storm。NedFlatnosefairlybeatTomOliver，forthoughNedwasnotwhat’scalledagoodfighter，hehadaparticularblow，whichifhecouldputinhewassuretowin。Hisrightshoulder，doyousee，wastwoinchesfartherbackthanitoughttohavebeen，andconsequentlyhisrightfistgenerallyfellshort；butifhecouldswinghimselfround，andputinablowwiththatrightarm，hecouldkillortakeawaythesensesofanybodyintheworld。
　　ItwasbyputtinginthatblowinhissecondfightwithSpringthathebeatnobleTom。Springbeathimlikeasackinthefirstbattle，butinthesecondNedPainter—forthatwashisrealname—contrivedtoputinhisblow，andtookthesensesoutofSpring；andinlikemannerhetookthesensesoutofTomOliver。
　　"Well，someareborntobehanged，andsomearenot；andmanyofthosewhoarenothangedaremuchworsethanthosewhoare。Jack，withmanyagoodquality，ishanged，whilstthatfellowofalord，whowantedtogetthehorsefromyouatabouttwo—thirdsofhisvalue，withoutasinglegoodqualityintheworld，isnothanged，andprobablywillremainso。
　　Youaskthereasonwhy，perhaps。I’lltellyou；thelackofacertainqualitycalledcourage，whichJackpossessedinabundance，willpreservehim；fromthelovewhichhebearshisownneckhewilldonothingwhichcanbringhimtothegallows。InmyroughwayI’lldrawtheircharactersfromtheirchildhood，andthenaskwhetherJackwasnotthebestcharacterofthetwo。Jackwasarough，audaciousboy，fondoffighting，goingabirds’—nesting，butIneverheardhedidanythingparticularlycruelsaveonce，Ibelieve，tyingacanistertoabutcher’sdog’stail；whilstthisfellowofalordwasbynatureasavagebeast，andwhenaboywouldinwinterpluckpoorfowlsnaked，andsetthemrunningontheiceandinthesnow，andwasparticularlyfondofburningcatsaliveinthefire。Jack，whenalad，getsacommissiononboardashipasanofficerofhorsemarines，andintwoorthreeengagementsbehavesquiteuptothemark—atleastofamarine；themarineshavingnoparticularcharacterforcourage，youknow—neverhavingruntothegunsandfiredthemlikemadmenafterthebluejacketshadhadmorethanenough。Oh，dearme，no！MylordgetsintothevalorousBritisharmy，wherecowardice—Oh，dearme！—isathingalmostentirelyunknown；andbeingonthefieldofWaterloothedaybeforethebattle，fallsoffhishorse，and，pretendingtobehurtintheback，getshimselfputonthesicklist—aprettyexcuse—hurtinghisback—fornotbeingpresentatsuchafight。OldBenbow，afterpartofbothhislegshadbeenshotawayinasea—fight，madethecarpentermakehimacradletoholdhisbloodystumps，andcontinuedondeck，cheeringhismentillhedied。Jackreturnshome，andgetsintotrouble，andhavingnothingtosubsistbybuthiswits，getshislivingbytheringandtheturf，doingmanyanoddkindofthing，Idaresay，butnothalfthoselaidtohischarge。MylorddoesmuchthesamewithouttheexcusefordoingsowhichJackhad，forhehadplentyofmeans，isaleg，andablack，onlyinamorepolishedway，andwithmorecunning，andImaysaysuccess，havingdonemanyarascallythingneverlaidtohischarge。
　　Jackatlastcutsthethroatofavillainwhohadcheatedhimofallhehadintheworld，andwho，Iamtold，wasinmanypointsthecounterpartofthisscrewandwhitefeather，istakenup，tried，andexecuted；andcertainlytakingawayaman’slifeisadreadfulthing；butistherenothingasbad？
　　Whitefeatherwillcutnoperson’sthroat—Iwillnotsaywhohascheatedhim，for，beingacheathimself，hewilltakegoodcarethatnobodycheatshim，buthe’lldosomethingquiteasbad；outofenvytoapersonwhoneverinjuredhim，andwhomhehatesforbeingmorecleverandrespectedthanhimself，hewilldoallhepossiblycan，bybackbitingandeveryunfairmeans，todothatpersonamortalinjury。ButJackishanged，andmylorditnot。Isthatright？Mywife，MaryFulcher—Ibegherpardon，MaryDale—whoisaMethodist，andhasheardthemightypreacher，PeterWilliams，sayssomepeoplearepreservedfromhangingbythegraceofGod。WithherIdiffers，andsaysitisfromwantofcourage。ThisWhitefeather，withoneparticleofJack’scourage，andwithonetitheofhisgoodqualities，wouldhavebeenhangedlongago，forhehastentimesJack’smalignity。
　　Jackwashangedbecause，alongwithhisbadqualities，hehadcourageandgenerosity；thisfellowisnot，becausewithallJack’sbadqualities，andmanymore，amongstwhichiscunning，hehasneithercouragenorgenerosity。Thinkofafellowlikethatputtingdowntwohundredpoundstorelieveadistressedfellow—creature；whyhewouldrob，butforthelawandthefearitfillshimwith，aworkhousechildofitsbreakfast，asthesayingis—andhasbeenheardtosaythathewouldnottrusthisownfatherforsixpence，andhecan’timaginewhysuchathingascreditshouldbeevergiven。I
　　neverheardapersongivehimagoodword—stay，stay，yes！
　　Ionceheardanoldparson，towhomIsoldaPunch，saythathehadtheartofreceivingcompanygracefullyanddismissingthemwithoutrefreshment。Idon’twishtobetoohardwithhim，andsolethimmakethemostofthatcompliment。Well！
　　hemanagestogeton，whilstJackishanged；notquiteenviably，however；hehashadhisrubs，andprettyhardones—everybodyknowsheslunkfromWaterloo，andoccasionallycheckshimwithsodoing；whilsthehasbeenrejectedbyawoman—whatamortificationtothelowprideofwhichthescoundrelhasplenty！There’sasongaboutbothcircumstances，whichmay，perhaps，ringinhisearsonadyingbed。It’safunnykindofsong，settotheoldtuneoftheLord—LieutenantorDeputy，andwithitIwillconcludemydiscourse，forIreallythinkit’spastone。"Thejockeythen，withaverytolerablevoice，sungthefollowingsong：—
　　THEJOCKEY’SSONG。
　　Nowlisttoadittybothfunnyandtrue！—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong—
　　Adittythattellsofacowardandscrew，MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　SirPlume，thoughnotlikingabulletatall，—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong—
　　HadyetresolutiontogotoaBALL，MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　"Woulezwousdanser，mademoiselle？"—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　Saidshe，"Sir，todanceIshouldlikeverywell，"
　　MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　Theydanc’dtotheleft，andtheydanc’dtotheright，—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　Andhertroththefairdamselbestow’dontheknight，MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　"NowwhatshallIfetchyou，mademoiselle？"—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　Saidshe，"Sir，aniceIshouldlikeverywell，"
　　MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　Buttheice，whenhe’dgotit，heinstantlyate，—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　Althoughhispoorpartnerwasallinafret，MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　Heateuptheicelikeaprudentyounglord，—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　Forhesaw’twastheverylasticeontheboard，—
　　MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　"Now，whenshallwemarry？"thegentlemancried；—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong；—
　　"Sir，getyoutoJordan，"thedamselreplied，MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　"Ineverwillwedwiththepitifulelf"—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong—
　　"WhoateuptheicewhichIwantedmyself，"
　　MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　"I’dpardonyourbackingfromredWaterloo，"—
　　Merrilymovesthedancealong—
　　"ButIneverwillwedwithacowardandscrew，"
　　MyLord—Lieutenantsofreeandyoung。
　　CHAPTERXLIII
　　TheChurch。
　　THEnextmorningIbegantothinkofdeparting；IhadsewedupthemoneywhichIhadreceivedforthehorseinaportionofmyclothing，whereIentertainednofearsforitssafety，withtheexceptionofasmallsuminnotes，gold，andsilver，whichIcarriedinmypocket。Eredeparting，however，I
　　determinedtostrollaboutandexaminethetown，andobservemoreparticularlythehumoursofthefairthanIhadhithertoanopportunityofdoing。Thetown，whenIexaminedit，offerednoobjectworthyofattentionbutitschurch—anedificeofsomeantiquity；undertheguidanceofanoldman，whoofficiatedassexton，Iinspecteditsinteriorattentively，occasionallyconversingwithmyguide，who，however，seemedmuchmoredisposedtotalkabouthorsesthanthechurch。"Nogoodhorsesinthefairthistime，measter，"
　　saidhe；"nonebutonebroughthitherbyachapwhomnobodyknows，andboughtbyaforeigneeringman，whocameherewithJackDale。Thehorsefetchedagoodswingingprice，whichissaid，however，tobemuchlessthanitsworth；forthehorseisaregularclipper；notsuchaone，’tissaid，hasbeenseeninthefairforseveralsummers。LordWhitefeathersaysthathebelievesthefellowwhobroughthimtobeahighwayman，andtalksofhavinghimtakenup，butLordWhitefeatherisonlyinaragebecausehecouldnotgethimforhimself。Thechapwouldnotsellittoun；LordScrewwantedtobeathimdown，andthechaptookhuff，saidhewouldn’tsellittohimatnoprice，andacceptedtheofferoftheforeigneeringman，orofJack，whowashis’terpreter，andwhoscornedtohiggleaboutsuchahanimal，becauseJackisagentleman，thoughbredadickey—boy，whilstt’other，thoughbredalord，isascrewandawhitefeather。Everyonesaysthecovewasright，andIsayssotoo；Ilikesspirit，andifthecovewerehere，andinyourplace，measter，I
　　wouldinvitehimtodrinkapintofbeer。Goodhorsesarescarcenow，measter，ay，andsoaregoodmen，quiteadifferentsetfromwhattherewerewhenIwasyoung；thatwasthetimeformenandhorses。Lordblessyou，Iknowallthebreedersabouthere；theyarenotabadset，andtheybreedaveryfairishsetofhorses，buttheyarenotlikewhattheirfatherswere，noraretheirhorsesliketheirfathers’
　　horses。NowthereisMr。—thegreatbreeder，averyfairishman，withveryfairishhorses；but，Lordblessyou，he’snothingtowhathisfatherwas，norhissteedstohisfather’s；Ioughttoknow，forIwasattheschoolherewithhisfather，andafterwardsformanyayearhelpedhimtogetuphishorses；thatwaswhenIwasyoung，measter—thosewerethedays。Youlookatthatmonument，measter，"saidhe，asIstoppedandlookedattentivelyatamonumentonthesouthernsideofthechurchnearthealtar；"thatwasputupforarectorofthischurch，wholivedalongtimeago，inOliver’stime，andwasill—treatedandimprisonedbyOliverandhismen；youwillseeallaboutitonthemonument。
　　Therewasagrandbattlefoughtnighthisplace，betweenOliver’smenandtheRoyalparty，andtheRoyalpartyhadtheworstofit，asI’mtoldtheygenerallyhad；andOliver’smencameintothetown，anddidagreatdealofdamage，andilltreatedthepeople。Ican’trememberanythingaboutthemattermyself，forithappenedjustonehundredyearsbeforeIwasborn，butmyfatherwasacquaintedwithanoldcountryman，wholivednotmanymilesfromhere，whosaidherememberedperfectlywellthedayofthebattle；thathewasaboyatthetime，andwasworkinginafieldneartheplacewherethebattlewasfought；andheardshouting，andnoiseoffirearms，andalsothesoundofseveralballs，whichfellinthefieldnearhim。Comethisway，measter，andIwillshowyousomeremainsofthatday’sfield。"Leavingthemonument，onwhichwasinscribedanaccountofthelifeandsufferingsoftheRoyalistRectorofHorncastle，Ifollowedthesextontothewesternendofthechurch，where，hangingagainstthewall，wereanumberofscythesstuckintheendsofpoles。
　　"Thosearetheweapons，measter，"saidthesexton，"whichthegreatpeopleputintothehandsofthecountryfolks，inorderthattheymightusethemagainstOliver’smen；uglyweaponsenough；however，Oliver’smenwon，andSirJacobAshleyandhispartywerebeat。AndararetimeOliverandhismenhadofit，tillOliverdied，whentheotherpartygotthebetter，notbyfighting，’tissaid，butthroughaGeneralMonk，whoturnedsides。Ah，theoldfellowthatmyfatherknew，saidhewellrememberedthetimewhenGeneralMonkwentoverandproclaimedCharlestheSecond。Bonfireswerelightedeverywhere，oxenroasted，andbeerdrunkbypailfuls；
　　thecountryfolksweredrunkwithjoy，andsomethingelse；
　　sungscurvysongsaboutOlivertothetuneofBarneyBanks，andpeltedhismen，wherevertheyfoundthem，withstonesanddirt。""Themoreungratefulscoundrelsthey，"saidI。
　　"OliverandhismenfoughtthebattleofEnglishindependenceagainstawretchedkingandcorruptlords。HadIbeenlivingatthetime，IshouldhavebeenproudtobeatrooperofOliver。""Youwould，measter，wouldyou？Well，Ineverquarrelswiththeopinionsofpeoplewhocometolookatthechurch，andcertainlyindependenceisafinething。Iliketoseeachapofanindependentspirit，andifIwerenowtoseethecovethatrefusedtosellhishorsetomyLordScrewandWhitefeather，andletJackDalehavehim，Iwouldoffertotreathimtoapintofbeer—e’es，Iwould，verily。
　　Well，measter，youhavenowseenthechurch，andallthere’sinitworthseeing—soI’lljustlockup，andgoandfinishdiggingthegraveIwasaboutwhenyoucame，afterwhichI
　　mustgointothefairtoseehowmattersaregoingon。Thankye，measter，"saidhe，asIputsomethingintohishand；
　　"thankyekindly；’tisnoteveryonewhogivesmeashillingnow—a—dayswhocomestoseethechurch，buttimesareverydifferentfromwhattheywerewhenIwasyoung；Iwasnotsextonthen，butsomethingbetter；helpedMr。—withhishorses，andgotmanyabroadcrown。Thosewerethedays，measter，bothformenandhorses—andIsay，measter，ifmenandhorsesweresomuchbetterwhenIwasyoungthantheyarenow，what，Iwonder，musttheyhavebeeninthetimeofOliverandhismen？"
　　CHAPTERXLIV
　　AnOldAcquaintance。
　　LEAVINGthechurch，Istrolledthroughthefair，lookingatthehorses，listeningtothechafferingofthebuyersandsellers，andoccasionallyputtinginawordofmyown，whichwasnotalwaysreceivedwithmuchdeference；suddenly，however，onawhisperarisingthatIwastheyoungcovewhohadbroughtthewonderfulhorsetothefairwhichJackDalehadboughtfortheforeigneeringman，Ifoundmyselfanobjectofthegreatestattention；thosewhohadbeforerepliedwithstuff！andnonsense！towhatIsaid，nowlistenedwiththegreatesteagernesstoanynonsenseIwishedtoutter，andIdidnotfailtoutteragreatdeal；
　　presently，however，becomingdisgustedwiththebeingsaboutme，Iforcedmyway，notverycivilly，throughmycrowdofadmirers；andpassingthroughanalleyandabackstreet，atlastreachedanoutskirtofthefair，wherenopersonappearedtoknowme。HereIstood，lookingvacantlyonwhatwasgoingon，musingonthestrangeinfatuationofmyspecies，whojudgeofaperson’swords，notfromtheirintrinsicmerit，butfromtheopinion—generallyanerroneousone—whichtheyhaveformedoftheperson。FromthisreverieIwasrousedbycertainwordswhichsoundednearme，utteredinastrangetone，andinastrangecadence—thewordswere，"themthatfinds，wins；andthemthatcan’tfind，loses。"Turningmyeyesinthedirectionfromwhichthewordsproceeded，Isawsixorsevenpeople，apparentlyallcountrymen，gatheredroundapersonstandingbehindatallwhitetableofverysmallcompass。"What！"saidI，"thethimble—engroof—FairhereatHorncastle。"Advancingnearer，however，Iperceivedthatthoughthepresentpersonwasathimble—engro，hewasaverydifferentonefrommyoldacquaintanceof—Fair。Thepresentonewasafellowabouthalf—a—foottallerthantheother。Hehadalong，haggard，wildface，andwasdressedinakindofjacket，somethinglikethatofasoldier，withdirtyhempentrousers，andwithaforeign—lookingpeakedhatonhishead。HespokewithanaccentevidentlyIrish，andoccasionallychangedtheusualthimbleformule，"themthatfindswins，andthemthatcan’t—
　　och，sure！—theyloses；"sayingalsofrequently，"yourhonour，"insteadof"mylord。"Iobserved，ondrawingnearer，thathehandledthepeaandthimblewithsomeawkwardness，likethatwhichmightbeexpectedfromanoviceinthetrade。Hecontrived，however，towinseveralshillings，forhedidnotseemtoplayforgold，from"theirhonours。"Awkward，ashewas，heevidentlydidhisbest，andneverflungachanceawaybypermittinganyonetowin。Hehadjustwonthreeshillingsfromafarmer，who，incensedathisloss，wascallinghimaconfoundedcheat，andsayingthathewouldplaynomore，whenupcamemyfriendoftheprecedingday，Jack，thejockey。Thisworthy，afterlookingatthethimble—manamomentortwo，withapeculiarlycraftyglance，criedout，asheclappeddownashillingonthetable，"Iwillstandyou，oldfellow！""Themthatfindswins；andthemthatcan’t—och，sure！—theyloses，"saidthethimble—man。Thegamecommenced，andJacktookupthethimblewithoutfindingthepea；anothershillingwasproduced，andlostinthesamemanner；"thisisslowwork，"