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miles from Baltimore, to the heights of Derby, on an errand. Paddy, thinking and ruminating on the road that he had not yet seen a blaekamoor, forgot the direeting-post on the road, and got en-tangled in a forest; it happened to be deep snow, and there was a large blaek bear lying at the root of a tree, whieh he did not observe till within a few yards of him. 'Hurra, my darling!' says he, 'here's one of them now at last—queen of glory! sueh a nose as he has: they talk about Loughey Fadaghan's nose; why, the noses of all the Fadaghans put together would not make this fellow's nose. I never saw one of your sort before,' says Paddy; 'why, man, you'll get your death of eowld lying there; I have an odd tester yet left, that I brought from Cushendall, and if there’s a shebeen near this, I'll give you a snifter, for I'd like to have a talk with you.' 'Boo,' says the bear. 'Lord, what a voice he has—he could sing a roaring song.' 'Boo, boo!' again cries the bear. 'Who are you booing at, may I ax? for if it’s fun you're making of me, ram my fist up to the elbow in you.' Up get the bear, and eatehes Paddy by the shoulder. 'Is it for wrestling you are? —Cushendall for that—soul, but you grip too tight, my jewel; you had better take your fist out of my shoulder, or I'll take an unfair advantage of you.' Paddy went to eateh him by the middle; 'O sweet bad luek to you,
