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seen this little hawk strike down two partridges out of the same 
covey in Gloucestershire, I think we may admit that he, at 
least, did his best for ‘‘ Modern Falconry.” 
One more specimen of Gloucestershire partridge hawking, 
and I have done. Long ago, I was using a very steady old 
pointer, my man carrying “ Tigress,” and I ‘“ Blanche,” two 
good eyess falcons. ‘‘ Blanche” being specially fond of me, 
but of no man else, no one else could use her, for no one else 
could take her up, nor would she feed on my servant’s hand, 
though she knew him well. In my absence her food had to be 
given to her on the ground at block, or on her perch. The dog 
had found birds in high turnips. I cast off ‘‘ Blanche,” who 
was soon very high, and we two leisurely went up to the dog, 
who was standing. The dog was her “lure,” and she followed 
him regularly, high over his head. When within twenty 
yards of the dog up got a fine covey, and down came the falcon. 
She picked up a partridge in her foot (a partridge is nothing 
for a falcon, and is easily carried even by a tiercel) and took it 
under a distant hedge. ‘ Blanche” was so fond of me that she 
never would eat until I came up to her, and very seldom would 
even kill her quarry, if she thought I was absent. I forgot this, 
and saying to my man, “ That’s the sort of hawk,” I pointed her 
out with my gloved left hand. In a moment “ Blanche” let 
the partridge go; the poor thing dashed off apparently quite 
unhurt ; and in a moment the hawk was on my glove and look- 
ing up in my face. I confess I felt like a fool, though I could 
not help feeling also pleased with my pet, so I rewarded her 
well, and walked about feeding her (we did not intend to use her 
again that day, and “feed up” when that determination is 
made). I did this leisurely, the day being fine; finally put her 
to rights—swivel into jesses, leash into swivel—wiped her beak, 
and put on her hood. As it was now the turn of the other 
falcon, “Tigress,” I thought of the dog for the first time, 
expecting to see old “Don” at the heels of my servant, as 
usual after aflight. Not asignof him! “James, where is the 
dog all this time?” ‘‘ Haven’t an idea, sir.’ ‘‘ Good gracious! 
look for her, and whistle.” No result. The matter being 
