bridle with one hand and holding his hat on with the other.

Meeting poor old Ezy in the shrubbery, he stormed out upon him with:

"What are you lounging there for, you old idiot! You old sky-gazing
lunatic! Don't you see that we are going to have an awful blow!
Begone with you and see that the cattle are all under shelter! Off,
I say, or," he rode toward Bill Ezy, but the old man, exclaiming:

"Yes, sir--yes, sir! In coorse, sir!" ducked his head and ran off in
good time.

Major Warfield quickened his horse's steps and rode to the house,
dismounted and threw the reins to the stable boy, exclaiming:

"My beast is dripping with perspiration--rub him down well you
knave, or I'll impale you!"

Striding into the hall, he threw down his riding whip, pulled off
his gloves and called:

"Wool! Wool, you scoundrel, close every door and window in the
house! Call all the servants together in the dining-room; we're
going to have one of the worst tempests that ever raised!"

Wool flew to do his bidding.

"Mrs. Condiment, mum," said the old man, striding into the sitting-
room, "Mrs. Condiment, mum, tell Miss Black to come down from her
room until the storm is over; the upper chambers of this old house