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CONCLUSION.

One more friend was about to begin his story.
Whether he was from York, Lincoln, Notting-
ham, or Bedfordshire, was not ascertained, for on
a sudden we were startled by the cawing of an
old crow and the screams of a jay, which, added
to the chatterings of a couple of magpies, warned
us that daylight was appearing; and I was reluc-
tantly obliged to request that his story might be
deferred to some future time, should we ever meet
again, when we might all have more to relate
concerning the inexhaustible subject of our lives.
Chanticleer now clapped admiring wings, and
sang out a loud applause. This excited the
particular notice of one of our party, who ex-
claimed, “I’ll go round and have a sly bite at