17/29 "How many heads was it," says he, "that you cut off ?" "Nineteen," says I, "besides wounding several." When he heard it (Mr.Hayes, you don't drink) I'm blest if he didn't burst into tears! "Noble noble fellow," says he. "Marshal, you must excuse me if I am pleased to hear of the destruction of your countrymen. Noble noble fellow!--here's a hundred guineas for you." Which sum he placed in my hand. "Nay," says the Marshal "the man has done his duty:" and, pulling out a magnificent gold diamond-hilted snuff-box, he gave me-- MR.BULLOCK.What, a goold snuff-box? No, not the snuff-box, but--A PINCH OF SNUFF,--ha! ha!--run me through the body if he didn't. |