gallery; for, instead of old family portraits, the usual

ornaments of such places, it was hung round with sporting

weapons of various age and fashion. Here depended a

cross-bow, murderously familiar to the rookery ; a cluster

of peacock's plumes being drawn between the string and

its polished steel arch. There rested a self yew long-bow

with its quiver of yard-long arrows, and beneath it an

Indian bow, painted and gilded, and curving to and fro

like a snake. Beside these hung an antique sword, with a

black horn handle, curiously carved, the nut-brown blade

being indented with a reynard in outline, illustrative of the

old dramatical invocation to a sword of " Come out, fox."

On the opposite wall gleamed the bright barrels of muskets

and fowling-pieces, single and double, rifles of different

make, horse pistols and pistols for duelling. A legion of

supplementary hooks and nails served for the deposit of

shot- belts, powder-horns, and what the graphic Mr. George

Robins would call an infinity of sundries. The third side

contained angling and trolling rods, landing nets, and all

the apparatus of the fisherman ; and each wall was fur-

nished with appropriate stuffed specimens of feres natures

that had been killed on the estate.

Here, then, Raby, for the first time in his life, bestowed

his serious thoughts upon a gun, and took some interest in

knowing its barrel from its butt-end. Casting a bewildered

eye from one mysterious implement to another, he

took each after each into his hand, and endeavoured with

all the might of his mind to acquire what Dr. Watts, in his

Logic, so strenuously recommends to a young student,

namely, a " knowledge of things." At last he made choice

of a weapon, and just as he was reaching out his hands

towards a regulation musket, which, at the approach of the

war, had served in the county militia, the Creole glided

quietly to his elbow.

" Not that Brown Bess," said St. Kitts, " unless you

contemplate a campaign on the continent. Take my single

gun yonder, it's a killing barrel at sixty yards."

" I wish to try one of Ringwood's/ answered Raby ;

and taking up another weapon, he began to examine it with

a deliberate minuteness, which implied that he wanted the

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