...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 dis