Gipsy word signifying “clever.” She could dukker—that is, tell fortunes—to perfection, by which alone, during the racing season, she could make a hundred pounds a month. She was good at the big hok—that is, at inducing people to put money into her hands in the hope of it being multiplied; and, oh, dear! how she could caur—that is, filch gold rings and trinkets from jewellers’ cases, the kind of thing which the Spanish Gipsies call ustibar pastesas—filching with hands. Frequently she would disappear and travel about England, and Scotland too, dukkering, hokking, and cauring, and after the lapse of a month return and deliver to her husband, like a true and faithful wife, the proceeds of her industry. So no wonder that the Flying Tinker, as he was called, was enabled to cut a grand appearance. He was very fond of hunting, and would frequently join the field in regular hunting costume, save and except that instead of the leather hunting cap he wore one of fur, with a gold band round it, to denote that though he mixed with Gorgios he was still a Romany chal. Thus equipped, and mounted on a capital hunter, whenever he encountered a Gipsy encampment he would invariably dash through it, doing all the harm he could, in order, as he said, to let the juggals know that he was their king, and had a right to do what he pleased with his own. Things went on swimmingly for a great many years, but, as prosperity does not continue for ever, his dark hour came at last. His wives got into trouble in one or two expeditions, and his dealings in wafedo loovo to be noised about. Moreover, by his grand airs and violent proceedings, he had incurred the hatred of both Gorgios and Gipsies, particularly of the latter, some of whom he had ridden over and lamed for life. One day he addressed his two wives— “The Gorgios seek to hang me, The Gipsies seek to kill me; This country we must leave.” SHURI. “I’ll join with you to heaven, I’ll fare with you, Yandors, But not if Lura goes.” LURA. “I’ll join with you to heaven And to the wicked country, Though Shuri goeth too.” RYLEY. “Since I must choose betwixt you, My choice is Yocky Shuri, Though Lura loves me best.” LURA. “My blackest curse on Shuri; Oh, Ryley, I’ll not curse you, But you will never thrive.” She then took her departure, with her cart and donkey, and Ryley remained with Shuri. RYLEY. “I’ve chosen now betwixt ye, Your wish you now have gotten, But for it you shall smart.” He then struck her with his fist on the cheek and broke her jaw-bone. Shuri uttered no cry or complaint, only mumbled— “Although with broken jaw-bone, I’ll follow thee, my Riley, Since Lura doesn’t fal.”