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ing him as soon as the hounds, I fought them 

 off ; but, although he was virtually as fast as if 

 in a vise, it required the united efforts of five 

 of us to bind his legs and tape his jaws, and 

 this was only accomplished after a severe 

 struggle of some minutes, I am sure I would 

 not have trusted any dog or dogs I ever hunt- 

 ed to have held him during this operation. 



One should always be provided with a spool 

 of surgeon's silk and a needle, for these will 

 assuredly be called into use. Old Major, a 

 greyhound owned by Dr. Van Hummel and 

 myself, full of years and honors, is still alive. 

 He was a typical seizer and afraid of nothing 

 that wore hair. His entire body is seamed 

 with innumerable scars, and has been sewed 

 up so often that he resembles a veritable piece 

 of needlework. As an evidence of his speed, 

 strength and early training, I recollect that, 

 shortly after I had hunted him in the West, 

 I had him at my home in Kentucky. The 

 Doctor was on a visit to me, and we had taken 

 Major t-o the country with us while inspecting 

 stock farms. At Wyndom Place, where we 

 were admiring a handsome two-year-old Long- 

 fellow colt, running loose in the field, the own- 

 er, before we were aware of his intention, set 



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