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over with horse-hair springles, and the marvel was how the cock 

 managed to evade them even for a single hour. "By what 

 authority are you here," he continued, in an angry strain, " de- 

 stroying and carrying off the produce of my own property?" 



" By the authority of this document," I said confidently, pulling 

 out ray permis de chasse, and handing it to him for inspection. 

 While he was examining it, literally upside down, I took the 

 woodcock alive out of the old dog's mouth and begged his 

 acceptance of the bird ; while, at the same time, opening my 

 tobacco-pouch, always well stocked with caporal, I insisted on 

 his filling his own plaque with that fragrant and much-coveted 

 tobacco. Had we, like Tarn o' Shanter and Souter Johnny, been 



fou' for weeks thegither," 



we could not have become better friends than we did in two 

 minutes. The offerings, especially the latter, acted like magic 

 upon him ; and I left with a pressing invitation on his part that 

 I would soon come again and shoot woodcocks in that locality. 



The two good hounds I brought with me into Brittany, one of 

 which was bred at Lanharran and the other at Ty-isha, both 

 possessing the same blood with the Welsh hounds now so famous 

 in the Chepstow and Langibby kennels, I left as a legacy to my 

 kind friend M. de St. Prix. The Lanharran hound, however, 

 going astray, was soon after eaten by wolves ; but the other, the 

 black and tan " Warrior," took to the rough game at once, and 

 became one of the best hounds for wolf and boar in the Louvetier's 

 pack. 



A fair passage in a spanking bullock-craft, called the " Eclipse,' 

 conveyed me in four hours from Port Rieux to Jersey, and thence, 

 taking the mail-steamer on the following morning, I was landed at 

 Southampton comfortably that same evening. 



THE END. 



