It's that hot that a fellow's very in'ards get parched up." Upon this Jerry slowly rose, and going to a cupboard, brought forth a modicum of spirits, which he called Battle-Axe, but which was supposed to be brandy.

This Boscobel swallowed at a gulp, and then washed it down with a little water.
"Come, Jerry," said the old man, somewhat relenting in his wrath, "you might as well give us a drop, as it's going about." The two brothers, who had now been thoroughly aroused from their sleep, and who had heard the enticing sound of the spirit bottle, joined the party, and so they drank all round.
"Heathcote's in an awful state about them fires, ain't he ?" asked Jerry.
Boscobel, who had squatted down on the veranda, and was now lighting his pipe, bobbed his head.
"I wish he was clean burned out--over head and ears," said Jerry.
Boscobel bobbed his head again, sucking with great energy at the closely staffed pipe.
"If he treated me like he does you fellows," continued Jerry, "he shouldn't have a yard of fencing or a blade of grass left--nor a ewe, nor a lamb, nor a hogget.

I do hate fellows who come here and want to be better than any one about 'em--young chaps especially.

Sending up here to look for sheep-skins, cuss his impudence! I sent that German fellow of his away with a flea in his ear." "Karl Bender ?" "It's some such name as that." "He's all in all with the young squire," said Boscobel.

"And there's a chap there called Jacko--he's another.