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being somewhat unique and original, Russell's 

 interest was much attracted by the exciting 

 scene. By the help of a second and even a 

 third horse, Sir Arthur was able to ride down 

 the stoutest buck ; and then with a lance, after 

 the manner of pursuing the boar in India, he 

 contrived to spear it with marvellous adroitness 

 and precision. 



"I'll give you that fawn, Russell, if vou 

 can catch it," said the baronet, pointing out a 

 lively little fellow, galloping beside its dam. 



In a moment Russell's horse was in full 

 swing ; and in less than ten minutes he had 

 captured his panting little prize, alive and 

 unhurt. He carried it to Tordown in his arms ; 

 and happening to have a hound-bitch, called 

 Cloudy, whose puppies had been destroved on 

 that very day, he put the fawn to her, and after 

 a brief but cautious introduction, had the satis- 

 faction of seeing the pair nestling together on 

 the most intimate terms. This fawn, brought 

 up among the hounds, and subject like them 

 to kennel discipline, waxed after a time into a 

 fine, healthy, and bold animal ; so bold, that it 

 would knock the hounds off the benches without 

 ceremony, in order to get at and cuddle by the 

 side of its foster-mother. But alas ! like most 

 pets, it came to an untimely end ; the hounds 

 had been taken out of kennel, and the poor 

 fawn, in rushing after Cloudy and attempting to 



