Listen to the fellow! I'll be hanged, if he's not singing!" "I'm devilishly disposed to spoil his mirth.

They tell me, however, he always keeps the troop in good humor; and see, the fellows are actually cleaning his horses for him, while he is sitting on the bank!" "Faith, O'Malley, that fellow knows the world.

Just hear him." Mr.Free was, as described, most leisurely reposing on a bank, a mug of something drinkable beside him, and a pipe of that curtailed proportion which an Irishman loves held daintily between his fingers.

He appeared to be giving his directions to some soldiers of the troop, who were busily cleaning his horses and accoutrements for him.
[Illustration: MR.

FREE PIPES WHILE HIS FRIENDS PIPE-CLAY.] "That's it, Jim! Rub 'em down along the hocks; he won't kick; it's only play.