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We found that our fat friend was correct, for before ten 

 minutes we were again enfilading a second covey. I must 

 tell you how splendidly Beau found this pack. When 

 ranging two hundred yards off, at his usual swinging gallop, 

 he stopped, and sticking his old, knowing head perpen- 

 dicularly in the air, commenced walking straight forward, 

 with a delicate, careful step, well suited for progression 

 over eggs. As I had seen him do so previously, I knew 

 what was coming, and called my friends' attention, so that 

 they might gradually close up towards the keen-nosed 

 setter. Belle soon saw what Beau was up to, and followed 

 him with equally cautious, gingery steps. H., who was off 

 on my right, flushed a bird, which he cleverly cut down 

 with his first barrel, making a very pretty cross shot. But 

 where were the dogs ? Both down in the grass waiting for 

 us to come, nor could they be persuaded to leave the game 

 they were on to find the victim first killed. After looking 

 for a few moments, we gave it up, I marking the place as 

 near as I knew by dropping my white pocket-handkerchief, 

 intending to return as soon as I had learned what the dogs 

 had found. As we advanced, Beau and Belle rose, and 

 continued drawing for near a hundred paces more, when 

 they stood. Oh, that some artist had been there to sketch 

 them on the spot ! Nothing would I grudge for the picture. 

 The attitude of setter or pointer, when standing, is to me 

 the personification of grace and beauty : and these were 

 two of the handsomest of the breed that ever gun was fired 

 over. Well, the old story : the birds were put up, so 

 packed that we all had difficulty in singling them ; five 

 more fell to our lot ; the others, after going about sixty 



