After breakfasting on bread and cheese and ale behind a broken stone wall, we drove our animals to the fair.

The fair was a common cattle and horse fair: there was little merriment going on, but there was no lack of business.

By about two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr.Petulengro and his people had disposed of their animals at what they conceived very fair prices--they were all in high spirits, and Jasper proposed to adjourn to a public-house.

As we were proceeding to one, a very fine horse, led by a jockey, made its appearance on the ground.

Mr.Petulengro stopped short, and looked at it stedfastly: "Fino covar dove odoy sas miro--a fine thing were that if it were but mine!" he exclaimed.