COULDN’T FRIGHTEN THE SQUIRE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 5, 30 January 1892, Page 120

COULDN’T FRIGHTEN THE SQUIRE.

There comes from the town of Cornish a story of a gruff, square-edged old squire, one of the first settlers. It was a local saying about Cornish that the squire had never been frightened. Many plots had been laid by practical jokers, but all had come to naught. Finally some Cornish wags made a last effort. One night the squire attended a party at which the festivities were somewhat prolonged. It was midnight before the squire started for home, his way being by a path through the cemetery, rhe wags had been busying themselves in digging a big hole across this path, ami as the squire proceeded home he suddenly tumbled in. At the same instant a sheeted figure appeared on the edge of the hole and exclaimed in measured sepulchral tones : ‘ What are you in my grave for?’ \\ hat are you out of it for at this time of night ?’ retorted the doughty old squire, as he scrambled out and proceeded on his way.