Molly the dairymaid came a little way from the rickyard, and said she would pluck the pigeon that very night after work.  She was always ready to do anything for us boys; and we could never quite make out why they scolded her so for an idle hussy indoors.  It seemed so unjust.  Looking back, I recollect she had very beautiful brown eyes.

‘You mind you chaws the shot well, measter,’ said the shepherd, ’afore you loads th’ gun.  The more you chaws it the better it sticks the-gither, an’ the furder it kills um;’ a theory of gunnery that which was devoutly believed in in his time and long anticipated the wire cartridges.  And the old soldiers that used to come round to haymaking, glad of a job to supplement their pensions, were very positive that if you bit the bullet and indented it with your teeth, it was perfectly fatal, no matter to what part of the body its billet took it.

In the midst of this talk as we moved on, I carrying the gun at the trail with the muzzle downwards, the old ramrod, long disused and shrunken, slipped half out; the end caught the ground, and it snapped short off in a second.  A terrible disaster this, turning everything to bitterness:  Orion was especially wroth, for it was his right next to shoot.  However, we went down to the smithy at the inn, to take counsel of the blacksmith, a man of knowledge and a trusty friend.  ‘Aha!’ said he, ’it’s not the first time I’ve made a ramrod.  There’s a piece of lancewood in the store overhead which I keep on purpose; it’s as tough as a bow—­they make carriage-shafts of it; you shall have a better rod than was ever fitted to a Joe Manton.’  So we took him down some pippins, and he set to work on it that evening.

CHAPTER II

THE OLD PUNT:  A CURIOUS ‘TURNPIKE’

The sculls of our punt, being short and stout, answered very well as levers to heave the clumsy old craft off the sand into which it sank so deeply.  That sheltered corner of the mere, with a shelving sandy shore, and a steep bank behind covered with trees, was one of the best places to fish for roach:  you could see them playing under the punt in shoals any sunny day.

There was a projecting bar almost enclosing the creek, which was quite still, even when the surf whitened the stony strand without, driven before a wet and stormy south-wester.  It was the merest routine to carry the painter ashore and twist the rotten rope round an exposed root of the great willow tree; for there was not the slightest chance of that ancient craft breaking adrift.  All our strength and the leverage of the sculls could scarcely move her, so much had she settled.  But we had determined to sail that lovely day to visit the island of Calypso, and had got all our arms and munitions of war aboard, besides being provisioned and carrying some fruit for fear of scurvy.  There was of course the gun, placed so as not to get wet; for the boat leaked, and had to be frequently baled out with a tin mug—­one that the haymakers used.