THE BADGER 



just in time. I had gone back with the 

 terriers to see if there was nothing more in, 

 and hardly had got outside again, when there 

 was a fall from the roof that would, if it had 

 taken place earlier, have buried some of us 

 alive. As it was I looked round to see if we 

 were all there. The men were, but one little 

 terrier, " Pepper," a real treasure belonging 

 to a neighbour of mine in Cleveland, Mr. J. 

 P. Petch, was missing. We went in and 

 found him buried, but got him out alive and 

 little the worse. This was the biggest badger 

 my brother and I ever got. 



But these operations are quite surpassed 

 by those M. le Masson related in the 

 following authentic story. 



"An extraordinary chasse that lasted without 

 interruption three days and three nights, took 

 place lately in the neighbourhood of St. 

 Omer, on some land in the picturesque com- 

 mune of Wisques, in a wood attached to 

 the chateau of Madame la douairiere Cauvet 

 de Blanchonval. 



"One morning two young sportsmen of 



St. Omer, MM. Theobald Cauvet and 

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