DEDICATORY 



In this devil-may-care age the dedication of a book 

 can hold but little interest for the reader. The cus- 

 tom has grown somewhat stale, and stale customs, 

 like stale things generally, are unpalatable. Never- 

 theless, it is a gratification to me to dedicate this one 

 to my son James, who, in his love for the huntsman's 

 sport, is a nimble follower in the footsteps of his sire 

 and a promising chip of the old block. 



T;M. 



