He said: 'Where did you find them ?' 'A gentleman gave them to me.' So he put them in his pocket, and asked me, 'What'll you take to drink ?' 'A drop of ale.' So he said, 'After the horses (have) run I'll go across the field and see you.' "Eight or nine days after, at Hampton Court, {53} his 'pal' came to me and told me that Job was ill.

And I said, 'Anything wrong ?' 'Worse nor that.' 'What _is_ the affair ?' Said he, 'I want you to go to my pal,--don't spare the horse--let her go!' So he gave me a fine horse, and I rode eight miles so fast that I thought I'd killed her.

And I put her in the stable, and I went down into the field, and there I saw Job.
'Thank God!' said he; 'Uncle, you've come here; and if I get over this small-pox (for 'twas the smallpox he'd caught), I'll give you the best horse that you'll beat all the Gipsies.' But he died.
"And he says as he was dying, 'Uncle, you know the cigars you gave me ?' 'Yes.' Says he, 'I've got 'em here in my pocket.' I and my sisters were by him, but his wife was outside in the great tent, selling things, for she never had the smallpox, nor his children, so they couldn't come to see, for we wouldn't let them.

And so he died.
"And when he was dead, I put my hand in his pocket, and there I found the cigars.

And from that time, Sir, I never smoked a cigar.
"Yes! there are plenty of Gipsies who do that.