Sketches — Volume 01 by Robert Seymour
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"Cos, you know, they're fond o' changing their suv'rins, and--you aint!"
The pleasant humour of Spriggs soon infected Grubb, and he resolved to be jolly, and keep up the fun, in spite of the exorbitant charge for the vegetable addenda to their supply of game. "Come, don't look at the bill no more," advised Spriggs, but treat it as old Villiams does his servants ven they displeases him." "How's that?" "Vy, discharge it, to be sure," replied he. This sage advice being promptly followed, the sportsmen, shouldering their guns, departed in quest of amusement. They had not, however, proceeded far on their way, before a heavy shower compelled them to take shelter under a hedge. "Werry pleasant!" remarked Spriggs. "Keep your powder dry," said Grubb. "Leave me alone," replied Spriggs; "and I think as we'd better pop our guns under our coat-tails too, for these ere cocks aint vater-cocks, you know! Vell, I never seed sich a rain. I'm bless'd if it vont drive all the dickey-birds to their nestes." "I vish I'd brought a numberella," said Grubbs. "Lank! vot a pretty fellow you are for a sportsman!" said Spriggs, "it |
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