“Boy, come down!”
There was a thick, fat man, with a great stomach, coming up the hill. He appeared greatly excited, and quite out of breath. He presently arrived at the foot of the tree.
“Boy, bring me that bow and arrow.”
I came down the tree more scared at the man than I was at the animal. I handed him the bow, and what do you think he did with it?
He gave me a dreadful cut across my back, and said,—
“Where’d yer come from? Take that and THAT, and THAT, and don’t yer ever trespass on my grounds again.”
I promised him I never would.
I walked just as fast as I could towards the gate, and when I came to the road I was so flustrated that I went the wrong way, and wandered about in the heat for hours before I could get rightly directed towards Nottingham.
I wish you were with us at Oxford; it seems to me the most beautiful place in all the world.
It was here we heard the skylark sing.