whilst on the ground were lying a number of fish which had been emptied
out of the basket.

Next followed a list of patrons, such as: The Honourable O'Mackerell,
Lord Crabby Lobster, Sir C. Shrimp, etc., etc.

Then came a list of the various sports, each profusely illustrated--The
tug of war, the jockey race, the women's egg and spoon race, the sack
race, the greasy pole, the long jump, etc.; and lastly, an announcement
of a grand concert to be held in the evening, as a conclusion of the
festivities of the day.

Duncan was more than satisfied--he was delighted, and his gratitude knew
no bounds. His excitement, as he carried the board away to hang it in a
conspicuous place, was like the excitement of a child.

The whole village seemed to be stirred as the eventful day drew near.

'Are you going to see the great tug, big Mr. Jack?' my little friend
called to me over the wall as I was painting. As for the York boys,
Harry and Bob, they spent a great part of every day in admiring the
programme, and in bringing other visitors to see and admire the work of
_their_ artist.

How anxiously Duncan watched the sky the day before the sports, and how
triumphantly Polly announced, when I came down to breakfast, 'A fine
day, sir; couldn't be finer, could it now?'

Those village sports were really a pretty sight. I see it all in my
mind's eye now. I often wonder I have not made a picture of it. The high