Sketches — Volume 03 by Robert Seymour
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and rolled at full length across his dear friend.
Sammy, nearly as much overcome as his friend, lifted up his head, and sticking his hat upon it, knocked it over his eyes, and left him to repose; and, placing his own back against an accommodating tree, he dropped his pipe, and then followed the example of his companion. After a few hours deep slumber, they awoke. The sun had gone down, and evening had already drawn her star-bespangled mantle over the scene of their festive sport. Arousing themselves, they sought for their rods, and the remnants of their provisions, but they were all gone. "My hey! Sammy, if somebody bas'nt taken advantage of us. My watch too has gone, I declare." "And so's mine!" exclaimed Sammy, feeling his empty fob. "Vell, if this ain't a go, never trust me." "I tell you vot it is, Sammy; some clever hartist or another has seen us sleeping, like the babes in the wood, and has drawn us at full length!" THE BILL-STICKER. What a mysterious being is the bill-sticker! How seldom does he make |
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