ST. HUBERT'S BROTHERHOOD OF HUNTERS. 



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name, covered his 

 wrinkled brow with 

 a wig blacker than 

 bony. One of our 

 hunting - companions, 

 the famous Herbert, 

 surnamed Frank For- 

 ester, who was tem- 

 porarily absent, jested 

 with Whitehead on 

 this useless append- 

 age to his toilet, as 

 much too fantastic for 

 a man of such grave 

 and decorous charac- 

 ter. In their quips 

 and jibes I had borne 

 a part j but assuredly, 

 when laughing at my 

 brother in the frater- 

 nity of Saint Hubert, I 

 never once suspected 

 that to his artificial 

 scalp he would owe 

 his life. 



From five o'clock 

 in the morning we 

 had been traversing 

 hills and valleys in 

 pursuit of widgeons 

 and quails. Our game- 



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