Should I be so fortunate as to earn some money, I would leave the Big City, and take to the woods and fields." "You may do that, brother," said Mr.Petulengro, "whether you have money or not.

Our tents and horses are on the other side of yonder wooded hill, come and stay with us; we shall all be glad of your company, but more especially myself and my wife Pakomovna." "What hill is that ?" I demanded.
And then Mr.Petulengro told me the name of the hill.

"We stay on t'other side of the hill a fortnight," he continued; "and as you are fond of lil writing, you may employ yourself profitably whilst there.

You can write the lil of him whose dook gallops down that hill every night, even as the living man was wont to do long ago." "Who was he ?" I demanded.
"Jemmy Abershaw," said Mr.Petulengro; "one of those whom we call Boro drom engroes, and the gorgios highwaymen.

I once heard a rye say that the life of that man would fetch much money; so come to the other side of the hill, and write the lil in the tent of Jasper and his wife Pakomovna." At first I felt inclined to accept the invitation of Mr.Petulengro; a little consideration, however, determined me to decline it.