Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 A prairie apparition
 Brother against brother
 Tom Turner's duel
 A tigress in an English villag...
 Captured by Confeds
 My friend the tiger
 A terrible revenge
 Caught in a trap
 A terrible railway journey
 A midnight skate
 A romance of Concarnec
 Ghost or grizzly?
 The boneless burglar
 Back Cover

Title: Stories of strange adventures
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Title: Stories of strange adventures
Physical Description: 282 p., 7 leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883
Sampson Low, Marston & Company ( Publisher )
Bunstan's House ( Publisher )
Publisher: Sampson Low, Marston, and Company, Limited
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: 1898
Subject: Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Prairies -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Women -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Tigers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Horses -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Thieves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Love -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dueling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
War -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1898   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Fantasy literature -- 1898   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1898
Genre: Children's stories
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by Captain Mayne Reid and others ; illustrated.
General Note: Pictorial front cover and spine.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents
    List of Illustrations
        List of Illustrations
    A prairie apparition
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    Brother against brother
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    Tom Turner's duel
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    A tigress in an English village
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    Captured by Confeds
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    My friend the tiger
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    A terrible revenge
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    Caught in a trap
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    A terrible railway journey
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    A midnight skate
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    A romance of Concarnec
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    Ghost or grizzly?
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    The boneless burglar
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    Back Cover
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A Prairie Apparition,

Brother against Brother,

Tom Turner's Duel, .

A Tigress in an English Village,

Captured by Confeds.,

My Friend the Tiger,

A Terrible Revenge,.

Caught in a Trap,

A Terrible Railway Journey,

A Midnight Skate,

A Romance of Concarnec,

Ghost or Grizzly ?

The Boneless Burglar,







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" The Prairie Apparition," .

" Free Forage,". .

" I was awakened by a roar and a heavy fall,"

" He knelt beside the hole, holding his lantein down

into it,"

" His hat was slightly raised, and his eyes were wide

open," .

" It was a tableau of such a comical character,"

" This Apparition remained motionless, with its jaws

fallen," .


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" 1"Y heavens, I am lost! "
] The words came from my lips under
circumstances to excuse their seeming
profanity. I was too much alarmed to be in
a mood for blaspheming. I had strayed upon
a prairie.
You may smile-ye who, except in the
darkness of night, have never been out of
sight of trees or houses ;-ye may scoff at
the fear I confess having felt. Go to. Ye
have never been in the midst of a treeless.
trackless plain, with only the sky circle in
sight-there alone and lost. That is a horror
you have not had; and heaven spare you the
sensation. It would drive mirth out of your
mind-aye, wring a groan from the bottom
of your breast.
That I was lost I no longer had doubt.
Conviction had come, despite all my efforts
to eschew it. I was on a prairie expanse,
bounded but by the canopy of heaven. No


hill, nor rock, nor tree to break the smooth
monotony of its surface. For two hours I
had been riding with eyes bent upon the sky
line, in hopes of seeing something to guide
me. I had been going, as I supposed, in a
straight course; but I discovered my mistake
on observing some red spots upon the grass.
I knew it to be blood, and whence it came:
from the antelope, whose carcase lay upon
the hips of my horse. There I had killed
the animal, packed it across the croup, and
ridden away. Fancying myself at least ten
miles off, I saw that I was back on the spot
from which I had started!
How different my feelings now! I had
killed the creature with a blow from the butt
of a loaded whip-a cuarto-after riding it
down with a relay of horses. It is a mode of
chase peculiar to northern Mexico. On the
steed 1 bestrode-my last and best-it had
led me a long gallop. I had overtaken the
animal, given it the coup de grace, and leaped
down from my saddle to let out its blood.
Triumphantly I had turned to look for my
hunting companions, whom I had left far
behind. Far behind indeed. They were
out of sight. So, too, the hills, the rocks,
ridges, and timber islands" ; in short, every-
thing that could serve me for a landmark.


In prairie parlance I was "out of sight of
land ". For all this I was not then alarmed,
or not much. I could ride back upon my
tracks ; and this, after packing the pronghorn,
I started to do. To try, I should rather say :
for I soon found it impossible. The plain
was a desert table-land, with turf hard as stone,
the grass short and sunburnt. The hoofs ot
a horse scarce indented it, even going at a
gallop. Besides, the antelope, in its last
struggles to escape me, had doubled half a
dozen times, carrying the chase through miles
of eccentric zigzagging. To trace it back
was beyond man's patience, even had there
been hoof-marks discernible to make this
possible. Which there were not; here and
there only a scratch, where the iron had torn
up the turf, through my horse suddenly
What hope of my comrades coming up, or
in sight ? About as much as a man in mid-
ocean, adrift in an oar-boat, might have of
being seen from a ship. Such might pass
within less than five miles of him, without
any one aboard sighting even the crown of
his hat. I was in the middle of a prairie
hundreds of miles in superficial extent. I
knew it to be so. I had been upon it before,
many times, in pursuit of a band of Indians,


who had made a maraud upon the frontier
settlements. Commanding a corps of Moun-
ted Rifles, I had pursued the savages in dis-
charge of duty. But then I was in company
-at the head of my troop-with skilled
trackers to guide us. Even then we had to
go with caution; and on both occasions, to
our chagrin, the red-skins escaped us. Now
alone, and knowing myself lost, the sensation
was altogether different. After first packing
the game, and riding away, it had been
sufficiently embarrassing. It grew quite
painful as I passed on without sighting aught
to guide me. When, after two hours' wander-
ing, I came back to the same place, saw and
recognized the blood drops, it was appalling.
Then I had the surety of being lost. Then
it was I made that speech savouring of pro-
Quick followed the questions, "What am I
to do ? Dismount, and remain till morning ?"
It was now near nightfall; about an hour
or so before sunset, but no sun visible. There
could be no object in riding farther that night.
Unguided, I might go in the wrong direction.
On the morrow there might be a sun in the
sky that would point the quarters of the com-
I had made up my mind to remain, but


lingered in the saddle, reluctant to alight. It
seemed like surrendering to despair. Besides,
I was suffering from thirst; as was also my
horse. Should we make an effort to find
water ?
At that moment, as if answering me, the
sky assumed a change. Its sombre, leaden
surface became broken into ascending clouds,
amidst which the sun burst suddenly forth-
now low down. As the yellow light fell
athwart the plain, I saw, upon the horizon's
edge, a dark speck. Apparently a clump of
arborescent yuccas, by the Mexicans termed
panlillas. Such trees-true denizens of the
desert-gave slight promise of the presence
of water. Still, it would be better to sleep
under their shade, than sub Jove. Besides,
they were a landmark, and would serve me
for a point of departure in the morning.
I resolved to ride on to them.
I had gathered up my reins, and was about
giving the spur to my tired steed, when a voice
sounded in my ears, causing me to hold hard.
It came from behind, pronouncing the hail,
"Holdo "
My horse answered it with a snort, and
reared suddenly round. T7icre was a woman
upon the 51pain /
Though the hail had prepared me for this


-for it was in a feminine voice-words can-
not speak my amazement. But the moment
before I had scanned the prairie round. It
was level as the bed of a billiard-table, and
smooth as a fresh-mown meadow. There
was nothing on it inside a circle of ten miles
diameter. And now within less than twenty
paces stood a woman !
Whence had she come, or sprung? Risen
out of the earth? Or dropped down from
heaven ? I caught myself looking towards
the sky, interrogating the clouds !
Was it in reality a woman ? Or only a
lusus natur-c-some vision conjured up by
my brain long labouring, or engendered by
the atmosphere ? I had been often mocked
by the mirage. Was it a fresh trick this
singular phenomenon was playing me?
Doubting, I rubbed my eyes, and set them
straight upon the figure. As I have said, it
was scarce twenty paces off, and, as I saw,
approaching. Step by step it was coming on,
drawing nigher and nigher. Surely it was no
chimera of the brain, no atmospheric illusion,
but flesh and blood. That, too, in its fairest
form. Surely it was a woman.
Her words put the matter beyond doubt.
"Adonde va, Ramon ? she said, still con-
tinuing to approach. They are ready to

start. They wonder at your being so late,
and sent me to see if you were coming.
What detained you? Why do you tarry
there? Santissima "
The final exclamation was in a tone very
different from the rest of the speech. As
she pronounced it she made a sudden stop,
raising her hand to her forehead, to shade
her eyes from the sun. With this low down,
and directly behind me, she could but see
some one on horseback. As her speech
proved, she had mistaken me for another.
I saw that she was scanning me; and,
without saying a word, awaited the result.
It came in a half-suppressed cry, ending in
the exclaim, Valga me Dios /"
The tone told of surprise, chagrin, even
anger. All these were commingled in her
She was turning as if to retreat.
"Stay! I said, entreatingly. "It is true
I am not Ramon, but "
But who ?" she asked, again facing round,
and coming to a firm stand, while a gun which
she carried was dropped butt upon the ground.
Well; one who will not harm you."
Not harm me! Indeed! Ha! ha! ha!
That's very fine. Ha! ha! Who fears
you, sir ? Do I look like one who can't


take care of myself? You harm me! Ha!
ha! ha!"
At this she raised the gun, and held it half
levelled upon me.
But for her laughter I might have felt fear.
But this, ringing, clear, and loud, precluded
all idea of danger.
As she continued to laugh, long after she
had ceased speaking, I occupied the time in
taking a survey of her person.
The figure was that of a woman full grown,
though not long out of her girlhood. In size
almost masculine, but only in this. In every
line it displayed the true feminine contour;
bust, body, arms, and limbs boldly, yet grace-
fully developed. The face was of a pronounced
beauty, even when the scowl was upon it.
In laughter it was lit up by a serrature of
white teeth that showed neither speck nor
flaw. These formed a pleasant contrast to a
complexion more than sunbrowned, further
relieved by that damask blush on the cheeks
which gives the picture-like look to damsels
of dark hue.
Around the face was a framework of raven
hair, spreading beyond both shoulders, and
streaming like a torrent down her back, till
it almost trailed the ground. Under this
profuse crinzire, and partially concealed by it,


was a costume corresponding to its wildness.
Moccasins close fitting the feet; leggings
continued to the knee, there met by a skirt
fringed and bead-embroidered; above, a
bodice elaborately adorned with stitching
and stained porcupine quills; the whole sur-
mounted by a circlet of painted plumes set
coquettishly on the head; pearl strings on
the neck; wampum around the waist; with
a profusion of bracelets on the arms and
ankles; in short, the costume of a Comanche
And yet she was evidently not an Indian.
Half-blood she might be, by her complexion.
But her speech-in Spanish almost pure-
with something besides-betrayed the training
of civilization.
As I gazed upon her face, there came a
thought into my mind, that I had seen it
before; somewhere, and at some time;
though where or when I could not imagine.
It might be but fancy. Certainly I could
never have encountered her in that guise,
else I would not have forgotten her. The
picture was too striking ever to fade from the
Still contemplating it in wonder-wonder-
ing whether it was not all a dream-I was
again roused to reality by her voice. She


had ceased to laugh, and once more assuming
a stern look, asked:
"Who are you, sir?"
I answered by tossing back the skirt of a
serape that hung over my shoulders. Feel-
ing a little chill, after my hot gallop, I had
put the garment on, so concealing my only
article of dress that might be called dis-
tinctive. This was a shell-jacket, the uniform
of the corps of which I was captain. All my
other apparel was Mexican pattern and fabric
-calzoneros, calzoncillos, chamarra, boots,
and spurs-even to the hat upon my head,
which was a broad-brimmed sombrero. I
wore it because the best kind of costume for
the chase-for travel-for any sort of life
upon the frontier. My horse, too, was capa-
risoned Mexican fashion. To all of which,
with the sun in her eyes, was due the mis-
take she had made, in supposing me to be
" Ramon ".
As she looked upon the spread-eagle
button, an expression passed over her face
that seemed anything but favourable to the
wearer. On the contrary, it told of hostility.
I might have expected as much, considering
the tongue in which she spoke. The scene
was in the territory of Texas, where, after
annexation to the United States, many


Mexicans elected to remain. But, though
submitting to the new regime, they preserved
the old hatred in their hearts.
You are alone ?" she asked, glancing
around the prairie to seek the answer for
"I am alone, as you see."
"And what has brought you out here ? "
This !" I said, pointing to the carcase on
my croup. I was led hither by the chase."
Well, as you've succeeded in killing your
game, I advise you to go home with it."
I would, if I could."
Why can't you ?"
"Because I don't know the way. I am
"Lost !"
"Yes. I have strayed. But you will be
good enough to guide me ?"
"Why should I ? she asked, disdainfully.
Because you are a woman-a beautiful
I watched the effect, I soon saw that my
flattering words were wasted.
Vaya she exclaimed, with a haughty
toss of the head. Keep your soft speeches
for those who are silly enough to listen to
them. I was once vain, but not now. Ay
de mi! Twas that brought me to -- "


She suddenly interrupted herself, a shadow
passing over her face. Perhaps some bitter
remembrance? It appeared for a time to
soften her; and, thinking the moment
opportune, I urged :
"You would not have me perish on the
prairie ? You will give me some clue to the
direction I should take ?"
She did not make immediate answer. She
was apparently pondering on it. I was un-
easy at her look, which had again turned un-
relenting. I feared a refusal.
I was agreeably surprised, when she said:
"Si, senor; I will guide you. Follow me.
Nos vamos /"
While speaking she moved off; and I set
my horse in motion after her.
Suddenly she stopped, fixed her eyes upon
the ground, and again appeared to reflect. I
heard the word no ". It was low muttered,
and not addressed to me, but as if spoken in
She has repented her good intentions. A
reward, and she will renew them."
With this idea I drew out my watch, and
passed the guard chain over my head. Both
were of gold. I detached a locket which con-
tained a likeness. Handing her the watch
and chain, I said :


"Take this as some recompense for the
service you are about to render me."
"And that?" she asked, pointing to the
locket, and holding out her hand. In greed
she would grasp it too!
"I cannot part with that," I said, en-
treatingly. It is of little value to any one
save myself. You can have my serape-any-
thing else but this."
Caspita / you mistake me, senior. You
men cannot understand the keenness of a
woman's curiosity. I but wish to have a look
at your lady-love: for no doubt she's the
treasure you -so jealously guard. Let me
judge whether you are a man of taste."
I surrendered the trinket, though not with-
out apprehension for its fate.
Touching the spring she laid it open, and
looked inside. She had truly surmised. The
locket contained the likeness of her to whom
I had given my heart.
As her eye fell upon the picture she gave a
start, and turning, regarded me with a fixed
stare, while an expression I could not read
came over her countenance.
Is this the likeness of your novia, senior
capitan ?" she asked.
I nodded an affirmative.
Do you love her dearly ?"


"As my life."
And does she reciprocate your passion ?
She should."
"I hope so."
Again she gazed upon the portrait; then
raised it to her lips, and kissed it! Her stern
look was replaced by one tender and sad.
What could it mean ? Surprise held me
speechless. Before I had recovered from it,
she came close up, put the locket into my
hand, and threw the guard chain over my
neck, with the watch still appended !
Take them back," she said. Not from
you, cavallero-nothing from you "
"But you will guide me? I may still
follow you ?"
Not a foot farther. No-not a foot. To
go with me would be to you certain death.
Even now you are in danger. You must leave
me. If seen here your life will not be worth a
leaf of withered grass. A moment more-you
have not a moment to lose. Go! go "
But whither ? As I have told you, I am
"Turn your eyes toward the setting sun.
You see some trees yonder-far off on the
horizon? Make straight for them. Once
there, you will see other trees beyond ; and
again, beyond them, a hill. Strike for the


hill-ascend it. From its top you can see
the settlements. Leave me, capital. As
I've told you, in my company there is danger.
Aye, there may be death "
"How can that be? You are alone. I
cannot believe -- "
Ah! you know not. I am not alone. There
are those near whom you might well dread."
"Who ?"
"No matter who. Spirits of the Prairie,
and wicked ones. Invisible now, they may
at any moment appear, and Go! I
beseech you, go! "
Seiorita; I cannot think of leaving you.
You have been kind. You speak of trouble
to yourself. Some misfortune has befallen
you? I command a troop of brave men.
Can I be of any service ? "
"Some other time, perhaps," she said,
interrupting me; not now. You must go-
you must / "
Reluctant to part from her without further
explanation-disbelieving in the danger-
mystified-irresolute-I still lingered.
Seeing it, she sprang to the head of my
horse, grasped the rein, and turned him face
towards the setting sun.
I noticed that she had a knife in her hand-
for what purpose I could not divine


Just then the horse gave a snort, and sprang
forward-his first bound almost shaking me
from the saddle.
I clutched at the reins-hitherto out of my
hands, and resting over the saddle-bow, I
got hold of them, and hastily drew back.
They came, but not to tighten along the neck
of my steed. Instead I held but a piece of
loose strap. The bridle on both sides had
been cut!
The horse kept on in wild career, for I had
now no control of him. With my voice I
endeavoured to stay him, but in vain. The
animal seemed maddened, as if stung by a
The pieces of severed bridle were dangling
down from the bitrings. Stretching forward,
I tried to grasp them; but could not. I got
hold of the headstall, however, and with this
brought the horse to a halt.
Dismounting, I looked back. Great God!
where was the woman ? Since parting from
her I could not have ridden more than two
hundred paces. The sun was yet shining
clear upon the plain. I could see its surface
for miles in every direction. Again I was
alone upon it !
Surely it is a dream-all a dream ?'
This was my reflection, uttered aloud. But


while listening to the echo of my own voice,
I saw that which caused me to say "No".
I held in my hand the proof of reality-the
broken bridle-rein. And I also saw what had
startled my horse, forcing him into that furious
gallop. Blood was welling from his side.
Between his ribs I could perceive a punctured
wound. I remembered the knife held in the
hand of the girl.
Quickly knotting the severed reins, I sprang
once more into the saddle, and commenced
riding back. As near as I could, I headed
towards the spot where I had parted with the
woman. I rode at first in a straight line.
But soon uncertain, I took to ziz-zagging, and
was at length lost again. My brain was
.becoming bewildered, and I began to have
thoughts of insanity.
To escape the weird fancies fast thickening
around me, I once more faced westward--
where the sun was still visible, as also the
clump of palmillas.
Heading my horse towards them, I gave
him the spur in earnest; and in an hour
after tied my bridle-rein around one of the
It was now night; too dark to see the
other trees of which the woman had warned
me. So, kindling a fire, I made supper on a


steak from the pronghorn, and lay down to
sleep under the shade of the palmillas.
Next morning, at sunrise, I described the
second copse, and rode on to it. There I
saw the hill; and arriving at its summit,
perceived, to my great gratification, that I
was upon known ground.
Before midday I reached the cantonment,
where I found my brother officers-among
my late hunting companions-anxious about
my safety. They were now curious to know
the cause of my staying so long out, and over-
whelmed me with enquiries. I was not in the
mood to satisfy their curiosity. To say the
truth, I was still under a sort of superstitious
scare. Besides, I feared relating an adventure
savouring so much of the marvellous. It
might be discredited, and myself made mock of.
Soon, circumstances arose that drove all
such thoughts out of my mind, replacing
them by others more painful.
About an hour after my arrival at the Fort
a party of mounted men made their appearance
on the parade-ground. They were settlers of
all classes, armed and equipped as for a fight.
By their gestures it was evident some event
had arisen greatly to excite them.
It was soon communicated-a calamity
such as is frequent upon the Texan frontier.


A band of Indians had been making maraud
upon the settlements, and these men were
starting in pursuit. They had come to claim
the assistance of "the soldiers".
Where had the savages shown themselves,
was the question put to the leader of the
frontiers' men.
"At the hacienda of a Mexican, about
fifteen miles from the Fort."
The answer gave me anxiety.
"The name ?" I asked, in trembling
Don Lorenzo Zavala. They've stripped
the place of everything, murdered Don
Lorenzo himself, with most of his domestics,
and carried off his --"
Oh God I" I groaned, in agony, without
waiting the word. I knew it would be
It was; she whose likeness was in the
locket borne upon my breast.
I felt cowed, crushed, weak almost to
fainting. Only for an instant. Then anger
overmastering, roused me to the energy of
I staid for no further details, but at once
ordered, Boots and saddles !" to be sounded.
In ten minutes after, we were upon the trail
of the despoilers.


At first there was a trail, easily taken up.
Fast we followed it-I with saddened heart,
and brain half maddened. My heart felt yet
more sad, my brain madder, when the trail
became lost-as it at length did. It dis-
appeared upon a dry, desert plain, where
neither hoof of horse nor track of man was
discernible. It was the prairie on which I
had late strayed, when in pursuit of the
We crossed and quartered it in every
direction; spent two days in exploring its
pathless wilds; but met neither white man
nor Indian--saw not a sign of either.
With empty haversacks and hungry
stomachs-suffering from thirst, too-we were
compelled to return to the Fort.
This was now the third time the red free
booters had attacked that same frontier
settlement, made a successful coup, and escaped
across this accursed prairie. The newspapers
had spoken disparagingly of myself and
soldiers-alleging that we did not do our
duty in protecting the citizens. They made
reference to our fondness for the chase;
adding that we gave more time to the hunting
of pronghorns than the pursuing of redskins.
You may conceive the feelings of my
brethren in arms, officers as well as men. To


them it was a chagrin, but to me far more.
My cup of bitterness had an ingredient of
sorrow, none of them could know.
We had returned to the cantonment only
to reprovision, give our horses a short rest,
and again go off. I had no thought of giving
up the pursuit of the savages till I had re-
covered her, if alive-or, if dead, avenged her.
It was night, and I had lain down upon
my leather care, if possible to get a snatch
of sleep. We were to start by early daybreak.
It was close upon midnight, and my men
were all abed, save the sentries-one stationed
outside the door of my quarters. I tried to
sleep, but could not. Both heart and brain
were too much excited; the latter giving way
to weird fancies. Among them was that
strange apparition of the prairie-spirit or
woman, whichever it may have been. I
could not help connecting her with the affair
now before us; though in what way she could
be concerned with a maraud of red Indians it
was difficult to perceive. True, I had
seen her in Indian garb; but, for all that,
she was not an Indian. Who were the
"Spirits of the Prairie"? Might it not be
the very band that had baffled us? Ah !
might not Ramon be the ravisher?
It may seem strange I only thought of this


after returning disappointed, and that I had
not gone back to the place where the woman
had been encountered. The explanation is,
we had trusted to trackers-guides of great
experience and skill-who led us in a different
I had now made up my mind to seek the spot
where I had seen the prairie apparition, and I
fancied I could easily find it. The hill, the
copse of timber, the clump of palmillas-these,
with the direction of the setting sun, would
give me guidance. I would go that way now.
While stretch on my camp bedstead, thus
cogitating, I became aware of a slight dis-
turbance outside. It was an exchaiige of
speech between the sentry and some one who
had come up and interrupted him on his rounds.
The colloquy was short, only a few words;
and I could perceive that those spoken by the
intruder were in a feminine voice.
I had no time to give way to wonder.
Soon the sentry stood in the doorway of my
chamber. After saluting, he said:
A woman, captain, wishes to speak with
you on business of importance-very pressing ,
she says, else I shouldn't --"
"Show her into the next room," I said,
without waiting for the man to finish his
apologetic speech.


Springing to my feet, and hastily dressing,
I passed into the apartment that served as my
sitting-room. There a light was still burning.
The woman was before me, standing just
inside the door. She was a Mexican, judging
by her dress; and, by the same token, of the
class called poblana. She wore the short-
skirted enagzta, with a rebozo over her head,
covering her face, almost to the complete
concealment of her features. The flash of a
fiery eye was alone visible. She was of tall
stature, her form approaching embonpoint,
withal indicating a graceful contour under
the drapery that shrouded it.
I had no time to make more minute
observations. Almost on the instant of my
appearance she said:
Sefior capitan, you have lost your sweet-
heart ?"
Surprise at the interrogatory prevented me
from making reply. She did not wait for it,
but went on:
"What will you give to recover her?"
Anything-everything-my whole for-
tune, if need be! "
"Carrambo! A gallant speech! And he
who makes it deserves to be rewarded.
Come with me, then, and you shall once
more see your novia."


Safe ?"
"That depends on time. She is safe
as yet. To-morrow I might not answer
for her. Once I am missed But come !
If you would rescue her, there's not an hour
-nay, not a moment to be lost. How soon
can you have your troopers in the saddle ?"
In twenty minutes, at most?"
"That will do. Give the order at once."
But who --"
Santissima! Don't stay to question.
What matters who does you a service, so
long as it is done ? Ha you still hesitate !
Then, look Now do you remember me?"
She tossed the rebozo back, discovering
a countenance no one could look upon and
ever again forget. It was that I had seen
upon the prairie; the profuse chevelure that
framed it no longer hanging loose under
a circlet of painted plumes, but "clubbed"
and confined by a comb.
Quick, capilan !" she cried. "I tell you
there's no time to be lost. Do you still
hesitate ?
What proof have I that you are not going
to lead me into an ambush ? "
Vaya!" she exclaimed, with a scornful
toss of the head. "What proof do you
require ? Were you not in my power three


days ago ? And did I not then release you ?
Look at the locket-which I perceive still
hanging on your breast. There you have the
proof of my fidelity-the key to all my
actions. If you want more, I will give
it. On the prairie I mistook you for a
man named Ramon. You remember that?
All lies in one little word-jealousy. Now
do you comprehend me ?"
"I think I do."
There's no time for talking. If you don't
act at once she will be lost-your sweetheart,
and, what is sweeter still-to me-revenge !"
The final word was enunciated with an
emphasis that told of intense passion, further
accentuated by the angry flashing of her eyes.
With a gesture of impatience, she added:
Are you ready to go ?"
"I will be, in twenty minutes."
In less time I was in the saddle and out
upon the plain, the strange woman by my
side, with fifty troopers filing behind.
It was a moonless night; but there were
stars, and these gave us guidance-she read-
ing them for the direction. We travelled
fast, most of the time going at a gallop.
This by her advice, which I was but too
eager to follow.
"We must get there before morning," she


said, "before I am missed. If not, we may
still be too late."
I understood her meaning, and commanded
the double quick ".
Day was nigh dawning, when we at length
came to a halt. But the moon had now
arisen, her beams bathing the prairie in soft
silvery light, disclosing its surface to our view
for miles around. We saw nothing afar, but
at our feet something that stayed us. It was
a dark line, apparently a crack in the plain.
In depth and width it was not more than an
ordinary ditch; but as the eye followed its
course it appeared to get deeper and wider.
Dismount your soldiers !" said the
woman, in a whisper. Let them leave their
horses here; they will be better without
I did as directed, without a word, except
that of commanding my men to get afoot. A
few took charge of the horses ; the rest stood
in readiness for what was to follow-whatever
this should be.
It was soon made known by the guide
dropping down into the dark cleft, where
she was almost hidden from our view. The
mystery of her former disappearance, as well
as appearance,-the strange suddenness of
both-were now made known to me. We


were at the entrance of a barranca-one of
those singular chasms peculiar to the Mexican
table-land, stretching miles across the plain,
yawning deep into the earth, unseen, till you
stand upon the very edge of its escarpment.
They begin in a mere crack, or arrayo, the
conduit of rains; growing deeper and wider
as they descend towards some cliff-enclosed
It was into this the woman had dropped,
as into a trap on the stage of a theatre.
"After me!" she said, on descending;
"keep close; tread lightly; and don't speak
a word to one another. Make the slightest
noise, and the Spirits of the Prairie- may be
roused. If so, then -- Hush! come on "
As she finished speaking her head sank
below the level of the prairie, and I saw she
was keeping along the cleft, in the direction
towards which it deepened.
Letting myself down, as she had done,
I commanded my men to follow me.
Soon we fell into single file; so descending
through a gap that gradually grew deeper,
without becoming much wider. Its jaws on
each side rose precipitous above our heads,
until we saw but a streak of sky dimly dis-
cernible by the light of the moon.
For several hundred yards we continued


to descend. Then the chasm opened, our path
debouching into a ravine of greater width,
with a torrent rushing along its bed. Into
this we turned, following our guide, who
again cautioned us to silence.
The ravine soon became a valley with an
open meadow-like expanse, and trees growing
around it. On its edge the woman stopped,
and pointed to a spot overshadowed by the
precipice rising above them.
"Now, senior capitan," she said, "you see
those white spots under the shadow of the
cliff? They are tents. In one of them
is Dofia Sacramenta Zavala. Go on, and
rescue her "
I was aware of what the woman meant.
On the way she had told me all.
With stealth we advanced upon the tents.
Inside we found men-more than a dozen-
and in one of them a woman. It was Sacra-
menta: she was safe !
Among the men was Ramon," the chief of
the robber band--white men and Mexicans
--who, in the guise of Indians, had been
accustomed to make descent upon the
settlements of Texas. The friendship of
a foster-sister saved my Sacramenta; for
in this relationship stood the "Apparition
of the Prairie". No doubt other motives

had to do with it: as she herself admitted,
jealousy and revenge. The robber chief
was becoming too fond of his captive.
Fear alone had hindered him from ac-
complishing her ruin: fear of the strange
woman who led us to their lair.
The drama had its denouement in some
wholesale hanging. We carried the brigands
back, and delivered them over to justice.
With their crimes already recorded, it was
a short shrift for them; and all ended their
career upon the scaffold.


(An lpisobe of fte american (e6effion.

WELVE months before the first gun
was fired at Fort Sumter, bad blood
had begun to show itself-even in good
society. Not only was it causing strife
between cousins and more distant kindred,
but in many instances weakening the ties of
affection in the family circle itself. Fathers
were opposed in opinion to their sons;
brothers disputed with brothers; and even
sisters took opposite sides on a question
among the fair sex hitherto unheard of. It
was the question of Northern or Southern
ascendency-with the negro for its nucleus.
A dark shadow had come over the cottage
hearths of the poor, that could not be kept
out of the drawing-rooms of the rich; and
into many a home, erst happy and cheerful, a
grim skeleton was preparing to enter.
Places of fashionable resort were not free
from the infection of these antagonistic ideas;


and nowhere were they more rife than at
Newport, in the state of Rhode Island.
This celebrated watering-place, for long
years a sort of neutral ground, where the
best society of North and South had been
accustomed to meet in friendly intimacy
became an arena of bitterness. It was a
sad change from the pleasant intercourse
hitherto there prevailing. The Northern
youth bore it with a certain rational calm-
ness; while the more impulsive sons of the
South too frequently exhibited a temper the
very opposite.

But you do not mean it, Mr. Devereux ?
I'm sure you do not!"
If ever I meant anything, Miss Winthrop,
I mean that."
"And you would absolutely fight against
the old Stars and Stripes ? That flag, which
-if it hasn't 'braved a thousand years the
battle and breeze,' will-ay, I'm sure it will!"
"If borne much longer as it is now, I'd be
among the first to drag it down."
Oh mercy! Where is your patriotism ?
Mr. Devereux, you offend me by speaking
so. Do you know, sir, that my ancestors
were among the first to raise that flag; and


he can be nofriend of mine who talks about
dragging it down."
The two individuals thus differing in poli-
tical opinions, were a young lady of Boston,
Massachusetts, and a young gentleman of
Richmond, Virginia; both of the best blood
in their respective sections of the country, <
since both were descended from "Signers of
the Declaration of Independence ".
And it was far from being the first time
that the handsome Virginian had held tete-&-
tehe with Miss Winthrop-one of the most
beautiful maidens of Massachusetts.
It would have sorely grieved him to think
it should be the last-ay, cut him to the heart
of hearts: for his was in the keeping of
Adeline Winthrop, as he fondly fancied hers
was captive to him. In this fond fancy he
was mistaken, and little dreamt at that
moment how near he was to discovering
his mistake.
Feeling confident of possession, the last
speech of the young lady nettled him. The
emphasis on the word friend was signifi-
cant of a relationship nearer and dearer; and
pointed directly to himself. So, thought he,
and so thinking, his rejoinder, instead of
being conciliatory, was tinged with a tone
of defiance.


"Indeed!" he replied, pettishly, "I believe
my ancestors had also something to do with
the raising of that flag. What matters, now
that it is becoming soiled by rank aboli-
tionism, and carried by your scum of Puri-
tans "
Hold, Mr. Devereux !" exclaimed the
young girl, blushing red as she interrupted
him. "You forget that I have myself Puri-
tan blood in my veins! Though we may
have changed far from the stern, simple
standard of our forefathers, their cause, at
least, was a good one. And was it not the
same as that of the Huguenots, from whom
you claim descent ?"
"The Huguenots were gentlemen."
You do well to use the past tense, Walter
Devereux, while thus speaking of your ances-
tors I shall not be so severe upon them as
to say their sons have all degenerated. There
are gentlemen among them still. Yonder is
The Virginian turned quickly on his heel,
with a black look upon his brow. He beheld
a young officer, wearing the shoulder-straps
of a lieutenant, and the uniform of the United
States Artillery-a corps of which was at the
time stationed in Newport. The officer was
his own brother I

Strange to say the shadow upon Walter
Devereux's brow did not disappear; even
after his brother had come up to the porch,
and saluted the lady by his side. It became
darker, as the conversation continued.
"I'm sure the lieutenant does not share
your sentiments ?" said Miss Winthrop, in-
"What sentiments?" asked the youth
newly arrived.
"It's the old story between North and
South. Walter says, if things go much
further he'd take pleasure in pulling down
the 'star-spangled banner'. Nay, he'd be
among the first to do it! You would be
among the last. Would you not, Harry?"
Miss Winthrop, the button upon my coat
should be a sufficient answer to your interro-
gatory. I'll stay true to the old flag, if it
should lose me every friend I've got."
Bravo!" cried the Boston beauty, spring-
ing up from her rocking-chair, and stamping
her little foot triumphantly on the planks of
the piazza, There's one you won't lose by it;
that's Adeline Winthrop "
"Since you're so well agreed," said Walter
Devereux, biting his lips with chagrin, "I
can't do better than leave you alone. It
would spoil the sport of such a pair of negro-


loving lambs were a Southern wolf to remain
in their company. Good-day, Miss Winthrop!
I hope you won't make my brother quite so
'black' as yourself I"
A cry of indignation came from the girl.
"For shame, Walter," interposed the
lieutenant. "If you were not my own
brother "
Walter did not wait to hear the threat.
With a sombre scowl he had hurried down
the steps, and on over the lawn, in the
direction of the "cliffs ".
On reaching them, at the head of the
sloping ravine, he did not go down; only so
far as to conceal the greater part of his
person. There, screened by some bushes,
with an opera glass to his eye, he remained,
his gaze earnestly fixed upon the pair from
whom he had parted.
Still darker grew his face-still whiter his
lips-as he saw his brother take hold of
Adeline Winthrop's hand, and imprint upon
it a kiss !
There was no show of resistance. The
soft, tapering fingers had been yielded.
With a dire thought in his heart, and a
wild word upon his lips, Walter Devereux
returned to his hotel.

Twelve months after the incident related,
a military encampment stood upon the banks
of one of Virginia's largest rivers, with the
marquee of a general in its midst. Seated
inside this, was the commander-in-chief of
the Federal army; while standing before
him was a young officer in artillery uniform,
with the double-barred straps of a captain
upon his shoulders. The latter was Harry
Devereux-late lieutenant-just promoted
for a dashing feat with his battery of light
He had entered the tent in obedience to
a summons; and having saluted the com-
mander-in-chief, stood waiting the word.
The two were alone, the orderly who
ushered in the young officer having retired.
"You are Captain Devereux ?" said the
general, putting aside the papers with which
he had been occupied. "Captain Harry
Devereux of the -th Light Battery ?"
I am. You sent for me, general ?"
"I have, Captain Devereux. There is
reason to believe that a large reconnoitring
party of the enemy is halted not far off in
our front; and it is necessary for me to be
sure. It is of the utmost importance to
ascertain its exact position, as also its
strength. I want you to discover both, if


you can. I've been told that you are well
acquainted with the country around here.
Is that so ?"
"I was born and brought up in it, general."
"That is my reason for employing you on
this duty," rejoined the general, "though
some might think it a reason for not doing
so," he added, with a significant smile.
The young officer bowed, but without
making another answer. Had the general
known the sacrifices he had already sustained
by fighting on the Northern side-a complete
ostracism from friends, family, and home-he
would have had no scruples about reposing
confidence in him.
Nor had he; for, without asking further
explanation, he proceeded: "You will take
twenty mounted men with you-your own
artillerists will be best-and ride up the
main road. Steal quietly out of camp, and
feel your way with caution. Go as far as
you can with safety, and have a care you
don't get captured by a picket or patrolling
party of the enemy."
Captain Devereux smiled assuringly.
"There won't be much danger of that,
general," he answered. I may get killed,
but not captured. In my case, death would
be preferable to being made prisoner."

I understand you, captain. No doubt
you will act with due discretion. Get as
near the enemy's lines as possible; and,
after you have finished your reconnaissance,
lose no time in reporting to me. Good
night, and God speed you!"

In twenty minutes after Captain Devereux
had parted from the commander-in-chief, he
rode out through the lines of the Federal
encampment, twenty artillerists, equipped to
act as light cavalry, filing "in twos" behind
The sun had already sunk beyond the
dark wall of forest that skirted the horizon;
while the moon, in mid-heaven, was mirrored
on the broad bosom of the Potomac.
It was a night far from favourable for a
reconnaissance, such as that Harry Devereux
had been commanded to make. The clear
moonlight would be to the advantage of a
picket in ambush, and against a party making
approach. And the moon coursing near the
zenith flung her beams fair upon the road
along which the artillery officer had been
directed to make the scouting excursion. It
was a broad highway-one of the main routes
running north and south through the state of


Virginia. A little later, and the tall trees
growing on each side would throw their
shadows over it, making the passage more
After advancing nearly three miles along
it, Captain Devereux saw the risk he was
running. Should there prove to be a party of
the enemy in front and at rest, they could not
fail to have warning of his approach. The
trampling of his horses would betray him.
Thus apprehensive, the young officer halted
his little troop at a turning. He was reflect-
ing whether he should not stay till the moon
sank a little lower, when a sound coming
from the opposite side interrupted his reflec-
tions, It was the tramp of horses' hoofs, as of
a troop going at a trot; and that they were
armed men, could be told by the clash of
steel scabbards striking against the stirrups.
"A patrol of rebel cavalry!" whispered
the sergeant at his side.
About this there could be no doubt. The
direction from which they approached made
the thing not only probable, but certain.
Halted upon higher ground, the artillery
officer commanded a view of the approaching
horsemen. As near as he could tell they
numbered about fifty sabres.
Though with only twenty men at his back,

Harry Devereux did not think of retreating.
Instead of being surprised by a picket, he
was himself the party in ambush; and this
advantage encouraged him to keep his ground.
The Confederates came on without fear.
Knowing themselves nearly three miles from
the Federal camp, they had no expectation of
encountering an enemy.
They were only made aware of one when
a horse neighed loudly in their front; the
neigh being quickly followed by some half
dozen others, and responded to by the horses
they were riding. And then, before the shrill
echoes had died away in the woods, they
were taken up by sounds more indicative of
deadly strife-by a volley from each side
continued in straggling shots.
Several Confederate saddles were emptied;
and the "cavaliers in grey were inclined to
turn round and retreat; when one who
appeared to be their leader, and whose actions
proved him to have the right, drawing his
sabre, and standing up in his stirrups, cried
in a loud voice:
Cowards! Would you dare to retreat?
I'll cut down the first that turns back on me.
Don't you hear by their shots there's not
more than a dozen of them ? After me let
your cry be 'Death to Yankee Abolitionists !'"


"The same to traitors and rebels!" re-
sponded Devereux, as with sabre sloped and
shining in the moonlight, he spurred boldly
out into the road, followed by his artillerists.
In ten seconds' time the opposing parties
were face to face ; and, after a rapid exchange
of pistol-shots, came the clashing of sabres.
It would have been an unequal contest-
twenty against more than twice the number,
and the combatants on both sides equally
But the first volley from the artillerists,
aimed with the advantage of an ambush, had
thinned the ranks of the Confederates, and
otherwise disconcerted them. When the
strife came hand to hand, they fought feebly,
and under a foreboding of defeat.
To this there was an exception-he who
had pronounced the defiant speech, and led
them on to the encounter. Mounted upon a
powerful horse, he had shot far in front of
his followers, and was looking for the leader
of the opposing troop-as if the latter alone
were worthy of his steel.
He had no difficulty in finding him; for
Harry Devereux, as if stirred by a similar
instinct, was searching for him !
Soon their horses, spurred to the charge,
dashed against one another; recoiled from

the shock; and then at the second meeting,
the sabres of the riders, striking together,
commenced their deadly play. And while
sparks flew from both blades, that mocked
the pale shimmer of the moon, their fol-
lowers closed alongside in strife equally
The combatants, at first grouped together,
soon spread into a wider circle, extending
along the road and the broad waste that
bordered it. Each with his own antagonist
having enough to do, the leaders were left to
Between these, it was in reality a duel; a
duel with sabres, and on horseback I And
with deathlike earnestness was it fought;
each so striving to kill the other that not a
word was spoken between them.
All at once came a pause in the combat.
Captain Devereux, hitherto fighting with his
face to the moon, and under a disadvantage,
had spurred past his antagonist, and wheeling
suddenly round, obtained the superior position.
With his sabre drawn back for a stroke, he
was about bringing it down on the shoulder
of the Confederate officer, when his blow was
stayed, as if his arm had been suddenly
stricken with palsy!
The moonlight shining full upon his


adversary's face told a terrible tale. He was
fighting with his own brother!
My God !" he gasped, Walter Dever-
eux Brother, is it you ?"
It is Walter Devereux," cried the Con-
federate officer, "but not your brother ; nor
the brother of any man who wears the Federal
blue. Dismount and strip it off; or I shall
hack it from you with my sword !"
0 Walter, dear Walter do not talk thus !
I cannot do as you say-I will not! Send
your blade through my breast-I cannot
kill you!"
"Cannot, cur! You could not if you
tried. Walter Devereux was not born to be
killed by a renegade to his country-least of
all by a Yankee Abolitionist! "
"I'm that same," shouted a man on horse-
back, who had suddenly spurred out from
among the trees; and simultaneously with his
shout came the report of a pistol.
For a moment the combatants with their
horses were shrouded in smoke. When it
drifted away, the officer in grey uniform was
seen lying lifeless in the road; his horse going
in a scared gallop through the trees, along
with a score of others that carried riders upon
their backs.
The fall of their leader had completed the

panic of the Confederates; and those still in
the saddle wheeling to the right about, went
off in retreat. Besides a dozen or so killed, a
like number remained prisoners to the
reconnoitring party.
Harry Devereux looked as if he, too, had
received his death shot. Dropping down
from his saddle, he staggered toward the spot
where his brother's body lay, and bent over
it with a heart full of agony. He had no
need examining it, to tell him it was a corpse.
A streak of moonlight slanting through a
break between the branches, fell upon glazed
eyes, and teeth set in the stern expression
of death I
The Union soldiers, at the command of
their beloved captain, gave the last rites of
burial to the body of his brother. As they
followed him back to camp, with hearts full of
sympathy for his suffering, they looked more
like men returning from a defeat than a victory.

In the summer of 1866 the fashionable
watering-place of Newport, though no longer
the resort of so many rich Southerners, was
crowded as of yore. The war had come to
an end, and the weeping caused by it could
not for ever endure. There was sorrow


around many a desolate hearth; and in many
a home for dear ones that were missing, tears
still continued to flow. But the bereaved did
not show themselves on the shores of Nara-
ganset Bay, amidst the joy there abounding.
There were no signs of sadness in that spot
where Adeline Winthrop first appeared with
Walter Devereux. In the same piazza where
she had received the two brothers-one now
dead-she might have been seen with the
one who survived seated by her side. He
was no longer the simple lieutenant of
artillery, but the commander of a division of
the United States army.
And she was no longer Adeline Winthrop,
but the wife of General Devereux "


4 forgett of toffege Atfe.

T'S an old story now, for this shocking
affair took place in the year 1840, when
Tom Turner and I were freshmen to-
gether at St. Boodle's College, in the Uni-
versity of Oxbridge.
St. Boodle's is one of the small colleges in
Oxbridge, but it had in our day, and has still,
I believe, the reputation of being about the
pleasantest and most comfortable place in
which an undergraduate's lines could fall.
The "men" in the college were a very
nice set, but it must be confessed not "a
reading lot," nor much addicted to having
their names appear in conspicuous places in
the class-lists, but taking their degrees, when
they did take them, in a quiet, sometimes in
an extremely deliberate, way. Once, indeed,
I remember that a St. Boodle's man came


out a double first; we were all as much de-
lighted as amazed. This shows, we said,
what St. Boodle's men can do when they
like. But the strange thing was that none
of us knew the man; we had never met him
at a supper-party or a wine. It was said,
and no doubt truly, that he lived in college,
for all St. Boodle's men did, and certainly
his name was in the calendar. And when he
took his place at the high table we all admitted
that his features were somehow familiar to
us, and that we must have seen him in chapel
or in hall. No-question but that he really
was a St. Boodle's man. And when Dick
Slasher offered a hundred, to one on it, he
could find no one to take even such long odds.
But if, as a rule, we did not distinguish
ourselves in the examination halls, we did
pretty well elsewhere; we had five "'Varsity
blues" amongst us, three in the eleven and
two in the eight. Our boat was high on the
river, and in the hunting-field we flattered
ourselves that we were unrivalled. And was
not this something ? As we won a steeple-
chase or bumped the stern out of the boat
before us on the river, or bowled down one
after another of our opponents' wickets, we
used to hear on all sides, "Well done, St.
Boodle's that's their style! St. Boodle's


for ever Hurrah I And we felt and knew
that this was glory.
We used often to discuss the relative merits
of the two theories of education-the general,
and the St. Boodle's theories, as I may call
them. "Well," Dick Slasher used to say,
"it seems to me an absurd thing to measure
a man's usefulness in the world by his skill in
dealing with your Greek or your cube roots,
whatever they are; that's not what has made
England what she is. If the Duke had looked
into the Senate House when the little go was
going on, he'd never have said, 'That's where
the Battle of Waterloo was won'. Come,
I'll lay ten to one it would have been 'Go it,
St. Boodle's,' with him. Will any one take
me ?" Of course no one took him. Even
had there been any means of deciding the
bet, we were all quite of his opinion, and
ready to give the odds, every one of us.
As for our "dons," they were a first-rate
set, we all agreed, with no nonsense about
them. So long as a St. Boodle's man did
not do anything sufficiently singular to bring
his college into undue notice, he was not in-
terfered with, and any success in the orthodox
St. Boodle's line was always heartily welcomed
and applauded by the authorities. It was
whispered, indeed, that our tutor, Dr. Turtle,


was anxious to change the character of St.
Boodle's, and make it more of a reading
college; but this, I think, was a slander. He
certainly took no definite step in such a direc-
tion; and the rumour took its rise, I imagine,
from a certain gruff and severe air which the
doctor put on to awe freshmen and keep them
down, as it were, a little at first, so that they
might not be quite unmanageable by their
third year.
From what has been said it may easily be
supposed that college life at St. Boodle's was
about as easy-going and pleasant a sort of
thing as can be imagined.

T was towards the end of the October-
the freshman's-term that I went up
S one evening after hall to wine with Duke.
Duke, let me say, was what may be called a
model St. Boodle's man. He was reckoned
the best horseman in the college, and therefore,
as we believed, the best in the University.
He was in the University Eleven moreover,
was a capital bat, and acknowledged to be
the best wicket-keeper in the team. He was,


besides all this, as pleasant and jovial a fellow
as you would find; full of fun, and in a word
quite an ornament, as we said, to his college.
When I add that Duke was "a third-year
man," it will be understood that he was held
in much veneration by us freshmen.
Tom Turner and I went up together to
Duke's rooms on the occasion I refer to.
Capital rooms they were too, and so comfort-
ably furnished. Quite a crowd of easy chairs,
and the walls were decorated with, in addition
to some good engravings, fencing-foils, rackets,
boxing-gloves, whip-racks, pipe-racks, and
other concomitants of a thorough college (St.
Boodle's) training. When Turner and I
entered, there were several men already
seated round the fire cracking walnuts and
sipping their port-Fairchild and Tredennick
of St. Audit's, who had been dining in hall
with Duke; the former of these being re-
markably handsome, but very slight and
delicate-looking, and, as I afterwards learned,
a capital actor, always taking ladies' parts in
the University theatrical society. There
were, besides, Dick Slasher, and Jack Bul-
finch, of our college.
As we joined the circle, they were examin-
ing a handsome pair of duelling pistols which
were being handed round for inspection.


Where did you get them ? and why did you
get them ? and what are you going to do with
them? were the questions being asked.
"Well, I got them at some old fellow's auction,"
said Duke; there was a crowd about the
door of the house; I went in to see what was
up. The pistols were going for a song as I
entered; I made a bid, and they were knocked
down to me, and as to what I shall do with
them I am sure I don't know. One thing
you may take your oath I sha'n't do. If I am
fool enough to buy what I don't want, I'm
not quite such a fool as to go in for duelling."
Upon this a discussion on the merits of
duelling arose, in which, rather to our surprise,
Turner stoutly advocated the practice. It
was, he asserted, beneficial to society; it
promoted a fine and courageous spirit;
there were evils which the law could not
reach; and cases in which a duel was the
gentleman's only resource, and so on. Not
that Tom Turner was really convinced of all
this, but he thought it the right sort of thing
to say.
Tom, you see, had the misfortune to be an
only son; and his adoring parents had, up to
this, kept him at home, where they made
rather too much of him; and he was, in
consequence, just the sort of fellow for whom


a little "taking down would be wholesome.
He appeared his first day at lecture, I re-
member, in such a dilapidated condition-
his gown torn, and the board of his cap
broken into little pieces, that he might not
look like a freshman-that Dr. Turtle insisted
on his getting a new cap and gown at once.
Now this sort of thing was not liked at
St. Boodle's; it was pronounced "bad
form ".
"A man may do what he likes here, of
course," said Dick Slasher, but affectation
be hanged."
Still Turner was not a bad fellow. And
had his education been perfect, why, there
would have been nothing left for the Univer-
sity to do. And it is true, even at St.
Boodle's, that one lives and learns.
Come now, Turner," said Jack Bulfinch,
it's easy to talk in that sort of way, but a
state of things in which you were not able to
have a dinner-party without the chance of a
duel after the dessert was, in my mind, about
as bad as could be; wire fences are a trifle
to it."
"And all the good it did," remarked
Slasher, "was to give your professional
scoundrel the power of bullying his betters."
Turner could not see this. No one, he


asserted, need fight unless there was a good
cause; and he took leave, he said, to hold his
own opinion on the subject.
"Well, old boy," said Duke, "with your
way of thinking, it's more than likely that you
will have an affair of honour before you pass
the little go; and if you do, I'll lend you these
tools, and be your second to boot."
"All right! So you shall," replied Turner;
and the subject dropped.

BOUT a week after this Duke and Tre-
dennick came to my rooms one
"Come,,like a good fellow," said the latter,
and dine with me this evening. Excuse a
short invitation. I want to show my sister a
little college life; how we unfortunate fellows
do when we are torn from the bosom of our
families; and I have asked a few fellows to
"Have you seen his sister?" Duke
whispered to me as he was leaving. Splen-
did creature I Turner's asked too; be sure
you bring him with you."


Accordingly, at six o'clock I found myself
in Tredennick's rooms in St. Audit's. Turner
was already there. Duke and Bulfinch entered
almost with me.
"Well, we are all here now; dinner may
come up," said Tredennick. Let me intro-
duce you to my sister."
Then a young lady left the window, where
she had been sitting, and came towards us.
My sister--Mr. Bulfinch, Mr. Duke, Mr.
Turner, Mr. Standish-all of St. Boodle's,"
said Tredennick, as we made our bows.
I have a particularly good memory for faces,
and the moment Miss Tredennick turned
towards me hers struck me as familiar; but
I could not think where I had seen her. She
was a very handsome girl; a dark style of
beauty, and not a bit like her brother. She
was very tall and fine-looking, with dark hair
and pale complexion and well-cut features.
The mouth, indeed, was a little too large, but
it gave the face a pleasant expression. She
had slightly arched eyebrows, long dark eye-
lashes, and, to crown all, a pair of splendid
dark eyes. She wore a black velvet gown
with long sleeves, and with a lace frill about
the neck and wrists. The dress was most
becoming, and Miss Tredennick looked in it,
I don't say pretty, but stately, magnificent.


She was not a person to forget. Where
can I have seen her ? I asked myself.
I wonder who will have the luck to take
her in to dinner," whispered Duke. Isn't
she a stunner, Turner ?"
Turner evidently thought so. He clearly
was falling in love with her as fast as possible;
he could not take his eyes off her or listen to
what any one else was saying.
It fell to no one's lot to take Miss Treden-
nick in to dinner.
Tredennick had been fortunate enough to
get rooms which had been intended for a don,
and so had two sitting-rooms; in the inner of
these-his study-dinner was laid. When it
was announced, Tredennick said to his
sister :
"Well, Lucy, as we cannot all take you in,
and as it would be invidious to make any
distinction, pray go first, and we shall follow".
And so we went in to dinner and seated
ourselves at the table, Turner contriving to
secure for himself the seat beside the lady.
The dinner passed off most pleasantly.
Duke and Tredennick were both in great
spirits, telling capital stories and making no
end of jokes. Turner was also enjoying
himself, and no wonder, for Miss Tredennick
was evidently making herself very agreeable.


They never ceased talking to one another all
the time.
Dinner over, Miss Tredennick withdrew,
and when the decanters had gone round a
couple of times, our host proposed that we
should follow her and have some music.
My sister," he said, is supposed to play
and sing pretty fairly."
There was a piano in the next room, and
Miss Tredennick was easily persuaded to
gratify us; and certainly her brother had not
spoken too highly of her powers. She had a
quite unusual contralto voice, which, for a
lady, was singularly strong and full in the
lower notes, and she sang with much spirit
and feeling. She played well, too, her touch
being both firm and full of expression.
For appearance, though, I should have
preferred a smaller and less muscular hand.
After a little while, Tredennick, rather to
my disappointment, proposed that we should
have a rubber of whist, to which Bulfinch and
Duke at once agreed.
"Who will take the fourth hand? My
sister does not play. Will you, Standish?"
our host asked.
"Well," I said, "I have no objection; but
there's Turner, perhaps he would "
Oh, not at all!" exclaimed Tom eagerly.


" I had much rather look on, indeed I would.
I am a wretched hand at whist."
Oh, don't let us have him," whispered
Duke to me, he'd be certain to revoke.
Don't you see there's only one suit he's
capable of thinking of now?"
Perhaps Mr. Turner would like a little
more music," said Miss Tredennick, with
the sweetest smile.
"Of course he would," said her brother;
"and as you are going to play, we shall go
into the next room, so as not to be distracted
by the ravishing sounds. Come along,
Standish. Fill your glasses and make your-
selves as comfortable as the circumstances
will admit," said our host, as we sat down at
the whist table. My sister and Turner will
amuse one another very well for a bit, and
when he likes he can cut in."
So we began our rubber.
The door between the rooms was left open,
and we could hear the singing very well.
Miss Tredennick was most obliging and sang
quite a number of songs, to which I confess I
attended more than to our game, and so
played very badly. 1 remember one song in
particular; it was of a plaintive character, and
the low notes of Miss Tredennick's voice
sounded most touching and full of feeling. 1


just caught these words, almost whispered as
they were :
"For me the summer's waning,
Rayless the depths above;
Dark all the days remaining:
He knows not that I love ".
Come now I thought to myself, you are
not so old and the prospect is not quite so
gloomy as all that; and if he does not know,
it's not your fault. You see I was feeling a
little annoyed with Turner-too bad of him
to have all the fun
Then the singing ceased, and I was able
to attend better to the game.

LL this time I had been wondering if it
was possible that 1 had seen Miss Tre-
dennick before. I must have seen some
one like her, I thought, but who ? and it had
just struck me that if Fairchild, whom I met a
few evenings before, had been six feet high,
Miss Tredennick was the kind of girl one
might have expected his sister to be, when
suddenly our game was brought to a close.
A piercing shriek came from the next room.
We started to our feet and looked at one

another. Then there came another and
"Good heavens, what has happened?'
exclaimed Tredennick.
Then we all rushed into the next room.
There we saw Miss Tredennick fallen on the
sofa with her face buried in her hands, and
evidently in a hysterical condition. Turner
was standing beside her trying to raise her up.
What in heaven's name is this ?" cried
Tredennick. "What has happened? What
is the matter, Lucy ? tell me!"
There was no answer.
"Lucy, darling," he asked again, "can't you
speak? What is wrong? Oh, tell me "
Then, in a voice choked with sobs, we
heard her say:
Ask Mr. Turner; he can tell you."
"What is it, sir?" said Tredennick,
addressing our unfortunate friend. What is
the meaning of this? What have you done?
Tell me at once."
"In a moment," answered Turner. "Just
allow me to explain."
"Let me at any rate be spared your
explanation, sir," said Miss Tredennick, rising
from the sofa. "Take me away, Fred ;" and
Tredennick led his sister into the room we
had left, saying to Turner as he passed : "You


shall hear from me, sir, about this". And the
door was closed.
"Awkward business this," said Bulfinch.
"What in the world, Turner, have you been
doing ? "
"I am sure I don't know," he answered.
"Awkward, indeed!" said Duke. "You
have evidently grossly insulted Miss Treden-
nick, however you did it. I would not have
believed it of you, Turner, indeed I would
not; it's too bad. Of course there must be
no duelling or any nonsense of that kind.
You will make an ample apology, Turner.
You must say that you deeply regret what in
a moment of infatuation you have done, and
all that sort of thing. Tredennick is a first-
rate fellow; and if the apology is such as a
gentleman ought to offer in a case of the sort,
I'll answer for it he will accept it."
Well, but just hear me," said Turner. I
did nothing, positively nothing. I'l be the
last person in the world to insult Miss Treden-
nick. There has been some mistake."
"What, did you not attempt to-ah, ahem
-to kiss her ? said Duke.
Most certainly not," cried Turner. "No-
thing of the kind. I give you my honour as
a gentleman."
"Oh, then it's all right," said Duke. "I


shall go and speak to Tredennick, as you say
there has been some mistake, and a few
words will explain all."
Saying this he knocked at the door and
went in. As we stood silent by the fireplace,
some very strange but indistinct sounds came
from the next room.
"What's that ? said Turner.
"Oh, that's the noise," said Bulfinch, "that
Tredennick makes when he has lost control
over himself. He must be in a frightful rage."
In about five minutes Duke returned.
I can't understand it at all," he said.
" Miss Tredennick is deeply offended, and
evidently thinks you have given- her good
cause to complain of your behavour, and her
brother is furious, simply furious Well, now,
it's rather an awkward question to put to you,
Turner, and you must quite understand that
I don't wish to interfere in the matter; but
the fact is that the lady says, or imagines, or
-ah, well-that in fact you pressed her hand,
or wrist, or something of the kind. Well,
now, may I ask, is that the case ?"
"Yes, it is," said Turner. "You see she
asked me to feel her pulse."
"Whew!" exclaimed Bulfinch, his eye-
brows going up. That's odd, anyhow."
Well, but," continued Duke, speaking with


some hesitation, that's not all, you see. You
really must excuse me, Turner; I'd like to
have this matter settled satisfactorily, if
possible. Might I venture to ask if-if, ah-
pray pardon me, it's not curiosity on my part,
I.assure you-if, ah-in fact Miss Tredennick
is right in supposing that you went so very
far as to put your arm round her waist ?"
Well," said Turner, rather confused, not
exactly; that is to say, well, yes, in a kind
of way I did. Allow me to explain."
"Oh, certainly," said Duke.
"What I mean is," he continued, "well, in
fact, she asked me to feel how her heart was
"By George!" said Bulfinch, and he
thrust his hands into his pockets, and began
to whistle softly.
Duke remained silent.
"I am afraid this is worse than I thought
it," he said, after a few minutes' consideration.
"I really never knew anything so awkward."
Then he took a few turns up and down the
One must do something," he said at last,
'and I'll just go and try to explain the matter
to Tredennick."
He walked quickly towards the door, but
then hesitated, advancing more slowly, and


evidently in doubt. Before he reached it,
however, he turned and came back to the
fireplace, where we were standing.
"I say, Bulfinch," he asked, "could you
go in and explain it, do you think ?"
"Faith, I could not," Jack replied. "I
don't understand it a bit."
"Oh, come, likeagood fellow, you might try,"
he urged; but Bulfinch remained obstinate.
"Well, I'll make the attempt," said Duke,
"as I suppose I must;" and he went again
towards the door. This time his hand was
on the handle; but he paused and again
turned back, exclaiming, "It's no go; upon
my life, Turner, I can't do it. It's just the
most awkward business I was ever in. You
see," he explained, I could, of course, say
to Tredennick, Turner acknowledges that he
did squeeze your sister's hand and put his
arm round her waist; but he asserts that it
was at her request he did it, to find how her
heart was beating. That would sound rather
odd, now, would it not? And Tredennick
would be certain to ask, 'Why, then, did my
sister shriek and go into hysterics ?' In fact,
he would not believe it. And between our-
selves, old fellow, very few would."
"Precious few, by Jove!" remarked Bul-
finch, emphatically.


I hope you don't mean to doubt my word,
Bulfinch !" exclaimed Turner, reddening.
"Come now, old man," said Duke, "don't
lose your temper. One affair of this kind is
enough at a time, in all conscience; but just
let me finish what I was saying. Even if
your account is true, as of course it is, and
that Miss Tredennick asked you to squeeze
her wrist, and all the rest of it, you see you
can't well allege this by way of explanation.
It would not be honourable, you know, or
fair by the lady. It would never do to
betray the-what shall I call it ?-well, the
very unusual-ahem !-I may say, extra-
ordinary confidence she has reposed in you,
and exculpate yourself at her expense. As
it is, of course, what you have said will not
go beyond ourselves; but you must quite see
that her brother would be---and justly, too-
even more indignant at the explanation than
at the original offence."
At this moment Tredennick came to the
door and called Bulfinch into the room.
After a few moments the latter returned,
and said:
"Tredennick is of opinion that if Mr.
Turner has not some explanation to give,
there is but one course open to him; and
he has asked me to act as his second, which


I have consented to do. He thinks, more-
over-and I quite agree with him-that this
affair should be kept strictly secret, as there
is a lady in the case; and trusts, therefore,
that Mr. Turner will choose one of the
gentlemen present to act on his behalf."
"This is most unfortunate," said Turner.
"I can't apologise; for that would be in effect
to say that I acted improperly, which would
be untrue; and my explanation, as you have
pointed out, would only make the matter
"Why, yes, you see," said Duke, "there
are cases when a duel is a gentleman's only
"Yes, by George!" added Bulfinch, "that's
exactly what Tredennick is saying, that this
is a wrong for which the law of the country
provides no remedy, or only one, which con-
sideration for his sister makes it impossible
for him to obtain."
"It's well, old fellow," said Duke, "that
duelling is so much in your line; for there is
nothing else for it, I fear. I am to be your
second, of course, I suppose? By Jove,
when I bought the tools the other day I had
no idea we should want them so soon !"


-T7E now left Tredennick's rooms and
S returned to St. Boodle's; it being
deputed, of course, to Duke and
Bulfinch to make arrangements for the
"If you and Standish will go up to my
rooms, Turner," Duke said, as we entered
college, "I will be with you in a few minutes,
and tell you what we have decided on."
We did so, and in about a quarter of an
hour Duke came in, rubbing his hands.
"Well, Turner, old fellow," he said, "it's
all right; everything is settled most satis-
factorily. Bulfinch thinks that the affair
admits of no delay, if we are to keep it
quiet. These things, you see, are certain
to get abroad if you give them time; and
then you would be subjected to a good deal
of annoyance, and the meeting might even
be prevented altogether. It's to be to-mor-
row, therefore. We three will have a quiet
breakfast in my rooms at ten o'clock; for
Standish, of course, comes with us, to act
as umpire should any little difference arise.
And afterwards we will walk out and meet
Bulfinch and his man at the Willows at twelve.


It's a quiet spot, about a mile out of town,
where there will be no fear of interruption.
The arrangements are capital, are they not,
old man ?" Duke added cheerfully.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," said Turner, speak-
ing with some hesitation.
Do you know," said Duke, "I disagreed
with you the other evening about duelling;
but this affair has quite changed my views,
and I am glad the credit of St. Boodle's is in
such safe hands. You will be quite a hero,
Turner; and in your freshman's term, too;
for, of course, this affair will leak out, do what
we may to keep it quiet."
The next day, about eleven o'clock, Turner,
Duke, and I sauntered out of St. Boodle's
gate, and took the way to the Willows. On
reaching the ground we found that the other
party had not yet arrived.
Strange they are noL here," said Turner,
with a short laugh. "I hope they won't keep
us long waiting ;" and he took a cigar out of
his case and lit it.
He's as cool as a cucumber," remarked
Duke. "Are you not, Turner?"
Turner did not reply, for just at that
moment the sound of wheels was heard.
The vehicle stopped in the lane adjoining,
and Tredennick and his second appeared.


"Oh, they have come in the cab," said
Duke. "It's all right; we arranged that a
vehicle should be in attendance, and should
bring a disguise for the. survivor. It's well
to be prepared for all contingencies."
The pistols were now loaded, fourteen
paces measured out, and the men placed.
I was to give the signal.
Now," said Duke to Turner, placing him
sideways, "keep your head over your right
shoulder, so; and your eye fixed on Treden-
nick." Then, placing the pistol in his hand,
" Remember the hair-trigger. All you have
to do is to raise your hand to the right height,
and you are certain to hit."
"Oh, no," said Turner, I sha'n't. I mean
to fire in the air. You see I have no quarrel
with Tredennick ; if he chooses to shoot me,
I can't help it. But I wish you, in case I
fall, to remember that I fire in the air; and
you will tell my friends so."
Oh, no, old fellow, you must not think of
such a thing," rejoined Duke. He calls
you out, you see; it's the other side's doing,
you know, not ours. And I'd wing him at
any rate."
There was no time for a reply. The signal
was about to be given. A moment after both
pistols went off together. When the smoke


cleared off Turner was standing at his post,
but Tredennick had fallen. A moment later
Bulfinch was supporting him in his arms; but
plainly it was all over with him. His hat,
which he had worn low down over his brows,
had fallen off; and even at some distance we
could see the fatal mark in the very centre of
his forehead.
As Turner walked slowly towards his
opponent, Duke and Bulfinch ran to meet
"Come," they said, "this is a serious
business, and there is not a moment to be
lost. We must at anyrate secure your escape."
I can't understand how it happened,"
said Turner. "You will bear me witness,
Duke, that I fired in the air."
"Faith, not I," said Duke. Standish
and I both saw it. And a cooler aim, or a
prettier shot, was never seen."
By this time we had reached the cab.
Get in," said Bulfinch. We brought a
disguise; you must change as quickly as
A few moments after, Turner was arrayed
in a complete suit of corduroy, with a carter's
smock and hat, and a red shaggy wig. Then
we all got in and drove towards town; but,
strangely enough, 1 fancied as I stepped into


the cab that sounds like those Bulfinch said
Tredennrick made when he lost control of
himself were coming from the field we had


N our way to St. Boodle's we learned that
Duke and Bulfinch had foreseen and
provided for every contingency.
"Our best course now," said the latter,
"is this. We will get you into college. My
uncle, old Turtle, has gone off on business
for a week, and I have the run of his ooms.
There is a kind of loft above his bedroom
that no one ever goes up to; you shall hide
there while the search for you is going on.
They will never think of looking in the tutor's
rooms; and I, being on the staircase, can
easily get you supplied with food. As to the
rest, we must be guided by circumstances."
At some distance from the college we got
out. Duke and I walked first, and Bulfinch
with Turner following a little after.
Come, and I will just show you that
hamper, carrier," Bulfinch said to the latter,
as they passed the porter.
And so we got Turner safely into Dr.


Turtle's rooms, and showed him the luminer-
room where he was to be hidden.
"You had better stay up there," Bulfinch
remarked, till the servants leave the college
at ten. I will bring you in some provisions
to-night." And we left him.
"Have some supper for two laid in my
uncle's rooms the last thing before you leave
college," Bulfinch said to his scout," whom
we passed on the stairs.
"Or shall I say for three, Duke?" he
asked, as we reached the court. He will be
as hungry as a horse by that, you know; and
he will want the remains for breakfast and
lunch to-morrow."
Must not feed him too high, Jack," Duke
replied. He can't take much exercise up
there, you see. Supper for two will do."
That night after ten o'clock, when the
college gates were closed and all was quiet,
we went to see Turner. Supper was ready
on the table, so we called him down from his
hiding-place. And certainlyhe did justice to it.
Have you heard anything? Has it been
discovered yet ? he asked.
"Well, I believe the-ah-corpse has come
into the college," Duke replied.
And am I suspected ?" Turner asked.
"Are they looking for me ?"


"Oh, they have not missed you yet," said
Bulfinch; "but there will be the deuce of a
search when they do, and we must just keep
you quiet till it is over."
And what then ?" asked Turner.
"Well, you see," Duke replied, "this is a
very serious matter, indeed, and we consider
that the only safe course will be to get you
out of the country. We think of having you
conveyed by a barge down the river-say
packed in a chest or hamper, or something of
that kind-and we shall arrange with some
small coasting vessel to take you across to
France until this unfortunate business is for-
gotten. But bye-bye, old fellow. It's not
safe for us to stay too long here; it might
attract notice. And be careful, should you
hear any one moving about through the
day, not to be discovered; indeed, it would
be as well for you not to come down at
all till after ten at night, unless you hear
the signal from us. What do you think,
Bulfinch ?"
Oh, I quite agree with you," he replied.
And so, after seeing Turner safely into his
retreat, and making him take the remainder
of the provisions with him, we said good-
night, and left him.
The next day an unexpected event upset


all Duke's and Bulfinch's carefully arranged
plans. It was late-about nine o'clock. There
were several of us standing about the foot of
Duke's staircase, to whose rooms we and some
men from other colleges were going, as the
Mutton-Chop Club was to meet there that
night. Bulfinch had just left us for the pur-
pose of ordering supper for two, to be laid in
Turtle's rooms, when, to my consternation, I
saw a cab draw up at the college gate and
the Doctor himself step out of it. He had
returned several days sooner than was ex-
pected. I rushed after Bulfinch, and was
just in time to prevent the supper being
"Well, here is a precious fix!" he said,
when he heard my news. Let us go and
consult Duke at once."
We did so, but could see no way out of
our difficulty.
It just comes to this," said Duke, "that
Turner will either be starved or discovered-
the former will perhaps be the most unplea-
sant for him; the latter for us. You don't
think now that he could last to the end of
term without food, do you ?"
"I don't know whether he could or not,
but I am very sure he won't," said Bulfinch.
"To judge from the way he ate last night, I


should say he was finding it rather hard to
keep quiet this moment."
No chance of getting him any food to-
night, I suppose?" said Duke.
Don't see how it's possible," said Bulfinch.
"H'm. What about the window?" said
Duke, reflecting. Might not something be
done with a basket and string ?"
Could not possibly till the Doctor is asleep
-and risky business then," said Bulfinch.
"Well, we must try it," answered Duke.
"And to-morrow we will watch old Turtle out
of his rooms to lecture or chapel or some-
where, and you shall send the scout and bed-
maker on some errand, and we will get Turner
into cover somewhere else."
And so the matter was settled, and we
went to supper.
Meanwhile Turner had remained perfectly
quiet, as he was advised, in his garret. He
had heard voices and people moving in the
rooms below. At length all was still, and he
heard the outer door shut. Then the old
college clock slowly struck the hour of ten.
And slowly and stealthily Tom Turner de-
scended from his hiding-place.
The candles were lighted in the Doctor's
sitting-room ; the cloth was laid, and a hot
supper was there all right, the covers on.


Anxiety of mind, any mental exercise, in
fact, makes a man hungry, just as bodily
exercise does. And Turner's appetite was
ravenous. There was a basin of excellent
soup-he quickly finished that; a pair of
whitings also were disposed of; then, neglect-
ing some trifling entries as unworthy of
notice, he went to work upon the fiece de
resistance of the repast-a pair of boiled
fowls. He was busy with them, taking
occasionally a glass of Madeira or a long
draught from the tankard of ale, when he
was startled by hearing some one exclaim:
Bless me, who is this? William, come
here at once," the speaker added.
It was not necessary for Turner to look up.
At the first sound of the voice he knew that
Dr. Turtle was in the room.


I HAT are you, and how did you come
Here ?" the Doctor asked in a stern
Poor Turner's mouth was full, and he
could not well answer ; so he took another
pull at the ale.
Lord, who be that, sir !" exclaimed


the scout, who had stopped aghast at the
door. Blessed if he hain't eat nigh the
whole of your dinner, too. Why, that's
the carter porter said as how Mr. Bulfinch
brought into college yesterday, and none
of 'em saw go out."
"Man, who are you?" demanded the
Doctor again, getting more astonished and
indignant as he saw Turner drinking his
ale in place of answering his question.
As soon as Turner could speak, however,
he stood up and said, forgetting altogether
his wig and unusual style of dress:
"I think it's pretty plain, Dr. Turtle, wha
I am; and if you will allow me I will explain
how I come to be here "
"And allow me to say," interrupted the
Doctor, that it's very far from plain to me
who you are, and I insist on knowing your
name at once."
Why, I am Turner of St. Boodle's, of
"Oh, you are Turner, our freshman.
Upon my word, sir, you have contrived
to make yourself as unlike a University
man-[ was going to say a gentleman-as
anything I ever saw. Well, and why are
you here, Mr. Turner, and in that dress ?
And why have you eaten my dinner?"


will explain all to you in private if you
will allow me," Turner answered.
William, go and see if you can get me
something to eat," said the Doctor. "And
now, Mr. Turner, let me hear your explana-
tion. Is this some bet, or practical joke, or
what is it ?"
Oh, sir," said Turner, it's far worse than
that. I have fought a duel, sir; and, quite
contrary to my intentions, I have killed my
Killed your opponent! cried the Doctor,
Yes, sir; I meant to fire in the air, but I
shot him through the head."
"And who was it ? asked the Doctor.
"Tredennick, of St. Audit's."
"What! Mr. Duke's friend ? Are you
quite certain ?"
Quite certain," he answered.
"It is very strange, then," said the
Doctor, "that Mr. Duke should have a
supper-party in his rooms as he has to-night;
and I fancy I saw Oh, there must be
some mistake."
There can be no mistake about it," said
Turner. And he told the Doctor the whole
"I see," he said, when he had heard it.


"And so you were in concealment in my
room, and you thought that my dinner was
intended for yourself. William," he said to
the scout who then entered the room, "just
go to Mr. Duke's rooms and say that I wish
to speak with him and Mr. Bulfinch for a few
When they appeared, Dr. Turtle said:
I have just learned from Mr. Turner that
he has killed Mr. Tredennick in a duel.
Don't you think, Mr. Duke, it's rather un-
feeling on your part to have a supper-party
the day after your friend has been shot ?"
"Well-but, Dr. Turtle," answered Duke,
with hesitation, "this repast maybe considered,
perhaps, as having about it something of the
nature of an Irish wake, if you know what
that is."
"Oh, indeed," replied the Doctor. Unless
my eyes deceived me as I crossed the court,
it's rather the Egyptian custom you are
following, and the corpse is present at the
Ha, ha, ha By Jove, so it is !" exclaimed
Bulfinch, who gave way to a fit of irrepressible
and most unfeeling laughter.
"Come now, gentlemen," said Dr. Turtle,
"this has gone quite far enough. I shall
expect you, Mr. Bulfinch, and Mr. Duke, to


apologise to Mr. Turner, for I think you have
given him good grounds for displeasure; and,
Mr. Turner, I must have your promise that
while your name remains on the books of this
college you will fight no more duels; we have
always been very friendly and harmonious
here, and we really could not allow St. Boodle's
to be made conspicuous in such a way."
The three did of course as Dr. Turtle re-
quired; and Turner, greatly relieved at
learning that he had not shot Tredennick
through the head, and that the whole thing
was a practical joke, did not find it hard to
forgive the perpetrators of it.
There is no use in doing things by halves,
old fellow," said Duke to him as they left the
tutor's rooms. "You are not too angry, I
hope, to come up and have some supper with
us; and you must be hungry still, I fancy,
though you did have a pretty fair innings at
old Turtle's dinner."
All right," said Turner.
A quarter of an hour afterwards, having
got rid of his disguise, he joined us at Duke's.
Our host, pointing to a chair between himself
and Fairchild, said :
There's a place for you, Turner. I know
you like to sit beside Miss Tredennick."
Supper finished, Duke rose, saying, Fill


your glasses, gentlemen. I shall on this oc-
casion, with your permission, transgress the
rules of the Mutton-Chop Club, and propose
a toast. I, with some others, have played
off a practical joke upon a gentleman who is
present-Mr. Turner. I must confess that
we have been somewhat to blame; but let me
say that throughout Turner has, in my opinion,
acted admirably. If he was taken in, let me
humbly say that was our merit, not his fault;
though a joke with us, it was quite earnest
with him, and he has behaved from first to
last with pluck and good feeling; and best of
all, gentlemen, he has at once and handsomely
accepted our apologies. Mr. Turner's health,
gentlemen. 'For he's a jolly good fellow,'
Turner, who really was a good fellow, and
sensible at bottom, made a capital speech in
returning thanks.
"I cannot," he said "let Mr. Duke take all
the blame upon himself. I talked like a fool
the other evening about duelling, and I feel
that I have myself given occasion for what
has happened; gentlemen, I knew nothing
about the matter then, that's my only excuse.
I have since found out what it is like to feel
that you have deprived a fellow-creature of
his life; and if, gentleman, there are evils


which the law cannot redress, better put up
with them, I say now, than take a remedy
that is worse than the disease. I have had
a pretty sharp lesson, but I deserved it, and
let me again assure Duke and his friends that
I retain no angry feeling towards them in
Turner spoke very quietly, and evidently
meant what he said, and his speech was
enthusiastically received, and from that day
until the end of an unusually prolonged
college career, when to everyone's surprise he
took his bachelor's degree (in music, it must
be confessed), Tom Turner was one of the
most popular fellows both with dons and men
in St. Boodle's.


FIRST met Mr. Jorrocks one evening as
I was taking a stroll across the fields,
and found him leaning upon a stile in a
contemplative manner, taking in the beauty
of the surrounding prospect. He was dressed
in velveteens, smoking a cigar; and although
his attitude was meditative, there was a
suppleness in his figure and an alertness in
his eye that attracted my attention. I said
that he looked meditative, but at the same
time I noticed that a deadly pallor over-
spread his countenance, and that his hand
was pressed somewhat vehemently against
his chest.
I was a medical student. The reader will
suppose that, like the immortal Mr. Sawyer,
I should immediately express a desire to
bleed him. But Mr. Bob Sawyer and Mr.
Benjamin Allen belonged to the old school of
medicine, and I belonged to the new. The
age of oysters and beer has become paleo-

licic to the modern sawbones. Indeed, I
was one of the newest of the new school.
I had nearly drowned my intelligence in the
quantities of books which I had had to cram
for examinations. But I had done well. I
had obtained prizes, got a scholarship, had
been made house-surgeon of my hospital.
I loved my profession, and had some well-
grounded reason to believe that my profes-
sion would give me something to live on. I
had been ordered a three months' furlough to
recruit my health, and I had come down to
Westerham, partly for the fine country air,
which always did me good, and partly on
account of my cousin Lettice, whose parents,
I am afraid, did not appreciate my worth,
and it was very problematical whether cousin
Lettice did.
I am afraid, sir, that you are a little ill,"
I said to the man leaning on the stile.
I was so a few minutes ago, but I am all
right now," giving me a keen scrutinising
look. "But how could you tell that I was
poorly ?"
"I am a medical man," I replied, "and I
knew at once that you were feeling uncom-
fortable in the region of the heart. A short
spasm, I suspect."
You are quite right, sir. It has gone as


suddenly as it came, and now I feel perfectly
"What you suffer from," I rejoined, "is
either a very light or it may be a very serious
matter. I suppose you carry something about
with you to relieve you in case of necessity?"
No, I don't. What ought I to carry ?"
"A little sedative medicine or a little
"Thank you, sir. That is very easy to
do, and I will do it."
"You must also be very careful how you
live. May I ask what is your business?
There may be some predisposing cause to
these attacks."
He had now left the stile, and was walking
by my side along the meadow path. He
looked at me a little curiously, and said:
"My business is rather in the Barnum
line. I am a showman."
And what do you show ?"
"A little of all sorts in my time: giants
and dwarfs, learned pigs, lions and tigers."
What do you do in the way of giants ?"
I was walking one evening along the
fields, as might be now, all by myself, and I
came up to a young man working at field
labour, the tallest fellow I had ever seen in
all my life. I saw in a glance that he was


just the man for a show. I had a talk with
him, and he asked for a glass of beer.
'Come with me, my fine fellow,' I said,
'and you shall have beer and stout and
champagne-anything you like.' He came
with me, and he took wonderful, did that
young man, whom I picked up in the fields."
And what became of him ? "
"Well, sir, I gave him all the liquors I
promised him. He would have them, and
he drank himself to death."
"That was a great pity."
"A thousand pities, sir. Why, I myself,
though I am a public character, and am
offered ever so many glasses every night
that I am performing, I assure you that I
measure my liquor by tablespoons, and have
not been overtaken by drink for many a long
day. I assure you that if I did not keep my
head clear I should soon make raw meat of
What is your present line of business ?"
I am going about with wild beasts.
Have you ever heard of me ? I am Jorrocks,
the lion-tamer."
"Indeed I have, Mr. Jorrocks-or, at
least, I think so. Unless I greatly mistake,
I have seen your name in big posters at
Cranford, the very next town to this,"


"Just so, sir; and I have walked over
from Cranford to Westerham, to see if I can
give an entertainment here, and to make
the necessary arrangements."
"Will you be able to manage it?"
Oh, yes, I expect so."
If you do I will make a point of coming,
and of getting some other people to come.
What is your particular part in the business?"
"Well, sir, I am supposed to be the lion-
tamer, and I have really great power over
the beasts. I order them into corners, and
make them roar and rear; I slash at them,
and they grind their teeth. I assure you it
is a very pretty scene."
"And I suppose that the audience hope
one day to get full value for their money in
seeing you eaten up? Are you not afraid
sometimes ?"
It would never do, sir, for a man in my
line of business to be afraid."
But are you afraid ?"
I do not think I am, sir."
"Now listen to me, my friend. The
symptoms which you mentioned to me just
now are serious, and it is impossible not to
associate them with what you call your line
of life. I am quite sure that you are a very
brave man, and one not conscious to yourself

of being afraid. But there may be, almost
unconscious to yourself, a realising that you
certainly do run a serious risk, and the
abiding pressure of this circumstance might
be quite sufficient to give you this trouble in
the heart."
This, however, he would by no means
admit. He had taken it up, this line of life;
he had no other, and he must persevere with
it till the end. By this time we had come to
my lodgings. Uncle Hodges ought certainly
to have given his sister's son the hospitality
of his doors; but uncle Hodges also had his
line in life, and hospitality did not lie in that
direction. I believe that he had uneasy feel-
ings respecting his daughter Lettice. He
held firmly the great abstract truth that first
cousins ought not to marry. If the first
cousin had happened to be a very opulent
man, probably the abstract doctrine might
have yielded to expediency and interest.
Anyhow, although he did not shut his doors
against me, he by no means opened them with
any alacrity. I had some reasons, however, to
believe that I was popular with my aunt and
cousins; but my great desire at this time of my
life was to be popular with my cousin Lettice,
and obtain her special good graces. It was in
this way that I was in lodgings over a chemist
and druggist's shop in the main street of our

little village of Westerham, instead of being
at the Grange, outside the hamlet.
My new companion came indoors, and I
found him a very pleasant fellow. He took
my offer of refreshments within very moderate
limits; for he was relying for his cure on diet,
instead of renouncing what I considered his
dangerous occupation. He told me that he
had at the town three or four vans with wild
beasts. The proprietor possessed a large
property of this description, three caravans
in all; and this owner was just then in Scot-
land, with the largest and best of them. He
had the exclusive charge of this caravan,
which had several magnificent beasts, including
a very fine tigress, which had been recently
purchased at Jamrach's in the east of London.
He told me that for several years in succession
he had travelled through Brittany with his
show, and with satisfactory results. The
Breton peasants had not very much money,
and were very penurious; but they were
kind, they came in great numbers, and living
was very cheap. Of course, the expense of
forage for so many creatures-men, horses,
wild beasts-was the main item. He was
not quite sure that they would clear their
expenses at Westerham. But it was the
next place on the route; and the proprietor

was a man of much capital, and would stand
to lose now and then.
The show proved a great attraction for our
Westerham people. It continued there for
three days, and was more remunerative than
my new friend had expected. The poor
people all along the country-side were crazy
to see it; and it is wonderful how the poorest
can produce their shillings when their minds
are set upon anything. Even my uncle
voted it an instructive and interesting exhibi-
tion. We made up two parties from the
Grange on successive nights to see the
animals. Such parties gave a poor fellow
his chances; but I was aware that there was
a kind of espionage about me, and I did not
make very much progress. The show was
really good, only the cages were too small,
and the animals too closely huddled together.
The cages were indeed cruelly small, and
formed a striking contrast to the dens of the
Zoological Society and the Jardin des Plantes.
It would be difficult, however, to find larger
cages that would run upon wheels. I was
particularly impressed with the magnificent
tigress from Jamrach's.
The tigress was the latest importation into
the collection; one of the last animals that
had been brought within the wiles and sub-

jugation of man. I did not understand the
process of training, partly, perhaps, in accor-
dance with the Rarey system; although I
have heard something about a hot poker
judiciously applied to a wild beast giving
him the liveliest terror of man. The giving
or withholding of food naturally exercises a
very lively effect upon his bestial emotions.
However that might be, Mr. Jorrock's per-
formance among his wild beasts was most
masterly and complete. He moved about
among them with the utmost sang-froid. I
began to doubt whether my theory was right.
A man may have a weak heart in the lion-
taming business, just as he may have it in
the banking or stockbroking line of business.
Indeed, there were several fellows at our
hospital-where we used to talk over our
unhealthy symptoms in a lively kind of way
-who had their "cardiac disturbances ".
There was one very interesting circumstance
belonging to the lion's van. There was a
little dog that had been shut up with the lion
in his van for the last seven years. Out-
wardly the dog appeared cheerful under the
abnormal conditions of his existence. He
barked and jumped with considerable vigour.
I firmly believed, however, that there was
something forced and unnatural in that dog's


bark. It was a bark with the decided ad-
mixture of a howl in it. Of course the dog
would prefer to roam at liberty rather than
be confined in that horrid narrow den.
Moreover, his doggish mind must have had
a sense of insecurity in being the constant
companion of that ferocious neighbour, in
whose profound cavity of jaw he might in-
stantaneously disappear without any visible
effort on the part of the lion. Anyhow, the
dog was an amusing companion to the lion,
and added to the popularity of the show.
When I went to the performance on the
second day-on morning performances there
were very few of us, and we had the privilege
of paying double-I noticed with surprise
that the little dog was absent. An oppor-
tunity soon arose of interrogating Jorrocks
on the subject.
"Yes," he said, "I am awfully sorry. I
would have given a fortnight's pay to have
prevented it. The poor little beggar was
killed yesterday."
You don't mean to say that the lion ate
it ?"
Oh, no, the lion did not eat him. But
the lion killed him, I expect, by an accident.
The little dog may have provoked him by
his cheek, But I think it's most probable


that he struck out with his paw while dream-
ing-it is very curious to watch wild beasts
dreaming. Anyhow the poor little brute has
been killed by a stroke from the lion's paw."
"Absit omen," I said. "The little dog
has gone, and you may be the one to go next.
Of the two, I should have thought that the
dog's would have been the better life."
That same night something very alarming
occurred-not exactly what I had prognosti-
cated, but, nevertheless, something absolutely
I was just smoking a valedictory cigar,
before bidding the world adieu for that daily
death which we call slumber, when a rapid'
knock was heard at my door, a perturbed
step on my stairs, and Mr. Jorrocks pro-
jected himself into my room.
"What on earth is the matter, Jorrocks ?"
I exclaimed, struck with the pallor doubly
pallid on his face. Are you ill ? Let me
feel your pulse." And then, with the uncon-
querable instinct of the profession, I absurdly
added : Put out your tongue "
"It is the very worst thing that ever
happened to me in my time," exclaimed
Jorrocks, pressing his hand to his heart.
I expressly pointed to the decanter.
Jorrocks was in great pain, and yet he delibe-

rately measured out his quantity before he
"The tigress! the tigress !" he exclaimed.
"What about the tigress, Jorrocks ?"
She has escaped-bolted-gone!"
"That's a bad look-out. I suppose she
has a fine appetite for fresh meat since she
came from the provinces of India. But how
did it all happen ? "
I went my round of the cages about an
hour ago. I thought I would go into the
cage where the tigress was, for though she
was getting on very fairly, there were one
or two little tricks which she had not done
properly. I found her rather fresh, for she
had had too much meat for her meal at four
o'clock. I had no sooner entered the cage
than I was seized with a violent spasm of the
heart. I fell back against the bars and took
immediately a pull at my flask, which I had
put on at your advice. My impression is
that but for that pull at the flask I should
have gone. Presently the pain began to
recur with vehement agony, and the dreadful
thought seized me that I should fall senseless
and be devoured by the brute. I drew back
the door of the cage, intending to make a
retreat, and suddenly the tigress flew at it.
My impression is that if I had tried forcibly

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