Together with our English friends, and enlivened by much good claret and by music of bagpipe and drum, we strolled on through a fine, populous country until we came to a town called Preston, where we thought we would tarry for a day or two.

However, circumstances arose which detained us somewhat longer.

(I dare say you have heard the story ?) When finally we took our leave, some of us went to heaven, some to hell, and some to Barbadoes and Virginia.

I was among those dispatched to Virginia, and to all intents and purposes I died the day I landed.

There, the shell is full!" He tossed it from him, and going to the hitching-post loosed Haward's horse.