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begun she marched up one morning to the hall-door 

 with proudly waving stern and a very young lamb 

 indeed held tenderly in her mouth. It was quite 

 uninjured, but Pitiful was so highly pleased with 

 herself that we thought it well that she should seek 

 the restraining influence of the kennel lest she should 

 develop a too decided penchant for mutton. 



On looking over the old lists I find that poor Pitiful 

 made up the number of puppies I have walked for this 

 pack to exactly fifteen couples ; and I have reared an 

 odd one or two elsewhere. Without pretending to 

 be able to remember the individual characteristics of 

 each of these thirty foxhound puppies, I can truth- 

 fully say that the rearing of every one of them gave 

 me interest and amusement, and that I was very loth 

 to part with several of them. 



A great companion of mine in the days of his 

 puppyhood was little Racer, who always used to 

 accompany me in my morning rides, and dearly loved 

 a school across country with a young horse. Whelped 

 in 1889, he was by Fitzwilliam Remus out of Bridget, 

 who was by Brocklesby Roman out of Mr. Watson's 

 Barmaid, a rare bitch. With such a pedigree, what 

 could Racer be but a good one ? And a good one 

 he was ! If he had only been on a bigger scale, here 

 was our sire hound ; but he wanted inches, and his 

 lot was to run with the lady pack. He could run 

 with them — aye, and lead them, too ; and if the work 

 was hard and the day long, he was showing them 

 all the way in the evening. He wanted little enter- 

 ing, I fancy, for a fox covert was only three hundred 

 yards from the place he was reared in, and one 



