off from where Anderson stood.

"I can't hear a word that Peter says," replied I to Ben.

"No, because the wind's so high, and I myself am, a little hard of
hearing out of doors; suppose we go now, and by-and-bye you shall get
the paper from Anderson, and read it all over to me."

"Come away, Ben," replied I, impatiently, "I've got a shilling, and I'll
buy one."

We left the hill and went down into the town, directing our course to
where we heard the horns blowing. I had not, however, to go to such an
extraordinary expense, as "a full and particular account" had been
struck off for twopence; one of these I purchased, and then Ben and I
sat down on the bench outside of a public house, and I commenced
reading.

"How good that porter looks!" observed Ben, after a pause, as he eyed a
man near to him who was blowing off the froth from the top of the pot he
held in his hand.

"Well, Ben, as I have bought the account of the battle for twopence,
suppose I spend the rest of the money I intended to pay for it in a pot
of, porter, to drink the health of Nelson?"

"Ay, my boy, and of those who fought with him," replied Ben; "your own
father, Jack, whether he be dead or alive."

I sighed at the idea of my father being dead, for I had a great regard
for him, although I had not seen much of him. The porter was brought,
and after we had both drunk I recommenced reading. Having concluded
Admiral Nelson's despatch and the list of the ships taken, we then came
to the loss in killed and wounded on board of the respective English
ships.

"Vanguard--thirty killed, seventy-five wounded; total, a hundred and
five."

"Yes, Jack, that was Nelson's own ship; and he is always to be found
where the shot fly thickest."

"Bellerophon--forty-nine killed, a hundred and forty-eight wounded;
total, a hundred and ninety-seven."

"Well, she was in the thick of it, anyhow!" observed Ben.

"Majestic--fifty killed, a hundred and forty-three wounded; total, a
hundred and ninety-three."

"Why, she and the Bellyruffron seem to have pretty well shared and
shared alike. You see, Jack, they led into the action, and had all the
cream of the fire."

I went on reading and Ben remarking, until I came to the Audacious.

"Audacious--one killed, and thirty-five wounded; total, thirty-six."

"Well now, Jack, that's all in favour of your father being alive; cause
why should he be the one killed, more than any one else?"

"I'd bet two pots of bee