...One day a country squire was driving a pony chaise along a lane, and, rounding a corner, he came upon a ring of Gypsies roasting hedgehogs. Imagine his astonishment to see a slender lad spring up, and, running a few yards, take a flying leap clear over the pony's back, a feat so pleasing to the squire that he called the boy to his side and, presenting him with a bright crown-piece, offered —so the tale runs—to keep him like a gentleman for life. In return for which kindness, the Gypsy was expected to disown his people, a condition which was not jumped at by Jack. 'Plisti's home in Gypsy Court was one day the scene of a singular incident. A fox closely pursued by the hounds dashed through the open door of the living-room, where before the fire lay the Gypsy asleep and snoring. Reynard in his haste managed to sweep the sleeper's face with his brush; and mighty was the yell that burst from 'Plisti's throat on being thus disturbed, causing the fox to seek refuge in a hovel hard by, where the dogs fell upon him. A brother of mine who was in the court at the time obtained possession of the brush, and the trophy was given a conspicuous place in our home...