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and no evil-disposed person stuffed the back 

 of his saddle with springs? Besides, of course, 

 when he went a-hunting, someone would 

 always catch the Master's horse when he 

 kicked the animal over a fence before him ; 

 so why should he not blossom forth into a 

 Master of something bigger and grander than 

 those miserable little hounds which, poor 

 devils, with a limited supply of the almighty 

 dollar, ran after on foot ? Ah ! the pathos 

 of it. We must now suppose that his I 

 mean his wife's almighty dollars carried 

 the day, and to gratify the ultra-snobbishness 

 of one person who had been dragged up from 

 his proper level to a position for which he 

 was eminently unfitted an individual, further- 

 more, who hardly knew one end of a hound 

 from the other the decree went forth, and a 

 charming little pack was ruthlessly broken 

 up and converted into a nondescript lot, which 

 were neither harriers nor beagles, though by 



