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which he was far from feeHng, he entered a boatman's hut where Bowman happened to be quartered for the time, and asked for something to drink. Bowman replied that he had none, of which fact Big Charley was well aware, otherwise the man would not be sober.

"Old Champ has just got a demijohn of first-rate whisky," said the constable, "let's go and get some."

"That suits me," replied Bowman, whose thirst for the ardent was unquenchable.

Approaching the unfledged hall of justice, they found the squire feeding his chickens. Seeing his first order thus so promptly obeyed, the judge gave a final flino- to the wetted bran which he was scatterino; to the infinite satisfaction of the poultry, and entering the courtroom with unusual alacrity, took his seat, a crowd was gathering, and within the hour the reputation of the tribunal would be forever fixed.

"Order in court!" began the judge, with as stern an expression as he could call up on so short a notice. Then turnino; to Bowman he began:

"Well, sir; what have you to say for yourself?"

"Nothing in particular, judge; have you any whisky, here?"

"Whisky! exclaimed the judge, somewhat angered by the unhallowed intimation, "do you take this for a rum-mill, sir? What have you been doing, hey; guilty or not guilty?"

"Capital, judge," replied Bowman, with a not altogether happy smile. "You would always have your little joke ; but where's that new demijohn of whisky; I'm as dry as a cured salmon."

"I'll salmon you for bringing this court into contempt," cried the judge, whose irate emotions were now running away with his syntax. "Do you know that you are arrested, sir; that you are on trial, sir?"

"No, I did not know it," was the reply. "What is the charge?"

"Charley, you lubber," said the judge addressing the constable, "didn't you show him that paper?"