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what took place. Mr. Arkwright came up and 

 asked w^here they brought the Hne to. " These 

 gate-bars," I said ; "he has not gone down the 

 road." 



The hounds turned left-handed and hit the 

 scent and on we went, but the fox beat us. We 

 then went to find another. I was riding with Mr. 

 Arkwright, and, pointing to a hound, I said, 

 " What's this gentleman ? " 



'' He is a ' Sportsman ' dog," he replied, ''what 

 about him ? " 



'' When the hounds reached the gate," said I, 

 ''up to which you came, he w^ent down the road 

 throwing his tongue; the others turned to him, 

 and, after trying, would not have it. He then 

 turned and looked back to see if they were 

 coming, put his head down and spoke again ; 

 then he turned back." 



"That," Mr. Arkwright said, " I saw him do 

 the other day, and that is why I asked you to tell 

 me if you saw anything wrong ; he must go ! " 



I wTite this to show how vice orets into kennels. 

 There was a dog in the Grafton pack called 

 Sentinel, a son of Oakley Sportsman, he was 

 the best Chase hound in the kennel. One night, 

 going home, I asked Frank Beers if he had seen 

 Sentinel do anything he ought not. 



