ak the necks of all of them.

Now these fine natives came along, singing, for their very lives, a song
the like of which set down here would oust my book from modest
people, and make everybody say, "this man never can have loved Lorna."
Therefore, the less of that the better; only I thought, "what a
difference from the goodly psalms of the ale house!"

Having finished their canticle, which contained more mirth than melody,
they drew themselves up, in a sort of way supposed by them to be
military, each man with heel and elbow struck into those of his
neighbour, and saluted the King's Commissioner. "Why, where are your
officers?" asked Master Stickles; "how is it that you have no officers?"
Upon this there arose a general grin, and a knowing look passed along
their faces, even up to the man by the gatepost. "Are you going to tell
me, or not," said Jeremy, "what is become of your officers?"

"Plaise zur," said one little fellow at last, being nodded at by the
rest to speak, in right of his known eloquence; "hus tould Harfizers, as
a wor no nade of un, now King's man hiszell wor coom, a puppose vor to
command us laike."

"And do you mean to say, you villains," cried Jeremy, scarce knowing
whether to laugh, or to swear, or what to do; "that your officers took
their dismissal thus, and let you come on without them?"

"What could 'em do?" asked the little man, with reason certainly on his
side: "hus zent 'em about their business, and they was glad enough to
goo."

"Well!" said poor Jeremy, turning to me; "a pretty state of things,
John! Threescore cobblers, and farming men, plasterers, tailors, and
kettles-to-mend; and not a man to keep order among them, except my
blessed self, John! And I trow there is not one among them could hit all
in-door flying. The Doones will make riddles of all of us."

However, he had better hopes when the sons of Devon appeared, as
they did in about an hour's time; fine fellows, and eager to prove
themselves. These had not discarded their officers, but marched in good
obedience to them, and were quite prepared to fight the men of Somerset
(if need be) in addition to the Doones. And there was scarcely a man
among them but could have trounced three of the yellow men, and would
have done it gladly too, in honour of the red facings.

"Do you mean to suppose, Master Jeremy Stickles," said I, looking on
with amazement, beholding also all our maidens at the upstair windows
wondering; "that we, my