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(let us call her “Lady Jane Grey,” my good old favourite 
passage falcon of eight years’ service, the very highest mounter 
I have ever seen fly in thirty years of it) is off my own or my 
servant’s fist, the rest of the hawks that day to be employed 
being carried by their attendant on the “cadge.” This is 
depicted in Landseer’s “Return from Hawking.” It is a 
wooden frame, very light, with four legs (those of mine 
shut up on springs when required), the sides are padded, all 
four of them. The man steps inside, when the hawks have 
been secured to the sides, on which they stand. A pair 
of braces are crossed over his shoulders, and taking hold 
with each hand of one of the wooden sides, at a handle placed 
in the middle thereof, he and his charges accompany the 
hawking party all day long. In less time than I have employed, 
since mentioning ‘“‘ Lady Jane” last, we may confidently hope 
that she has made the best use of her time, and ascended to a 
ereat altitude, either against the wind and then returning to 
us, or in a calm day beating up, and up, with regular beatings 
of her wings, in wide circles. This fine flier, at her best, will 
often mount too high, if possible. At least, she has occasionally 
gone up clean out of sight of eyes, however good, and field glass 
also, in clear blue sky; but the game being found by the dog, 
we are able to exhibit it to her just when we please. ‘ Now, 
sir, now!” says James Rutford, my falconer, always impatient, 
“she is high enough, plenty.” ‘ Do let her have it, Fisher,” 
says some equally impatient friend. But I do like to see a 
hawk high, and keep them often waiting. It is not well to 
cause an impatient, or low flying, or young inexperienced hawk 
to wait long. They straggle off, and eventually get badly served, 
if at all. The hawk, to x1~tu game, is one that knows her busi- 
ness, knows the dog and what his point means, as well as he does, 
and will not leave him, on any account. Not “ Lady Jane.” 
No “lure” needed for her. The standing dog is her “lure,” 
and before long, with a falconer’s shout, James has at length 
gone up to the dog and put up what grouse are before him. 
Let no one think that grouse care much for a hawk over them, 
after a time or two. They certainly do lie the better for her 
