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der, when a shot, and " Whoo whoop " is heard. 

 The supposition is right enough. The cunning 

 Uttle fellow, a most self-willed, but one of the 

 best dogs that ever crossed the Corfu channel, 

 has come upon a boar, who, putting his back to a 

 tree, kept him and the other dogs at bay, till D — , 

 wisely making for the spot where he heard his 

 dog so busily engaged, puts an end to him by a 

 charge of small shot through his head. 



The skirmish continues, the firing is incessant, 

 the slaughter of woodcocks tremendous. There is 

 a pause of a few moments to debate whether to try 

 some good-looking cover we have never tried be- 

 fore, because the country is so extensive, that every 

 year new acquisitions of shooting territory are 

 made. The new ground being tried, game is 

 found still more plentiful. It has remained un- 

 disturbed during the whole of the previous part 

 of the season, and cocks are fat and numberless ; 

 besides which, hares and deer, and perhaps also a 

 boar, dozing in happy unconsciousness of their im- 

 pending fate. From a small piece of water in the 

 middle of the cover rise clouds of fat ducks : most of 

 them escape, owing to the difficulty of getting near 

 enough to bring them down with No. 9 shot (the 



