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tossing up and winning disputed birds. I have 

 known a party of seven guns count out one hun- 

 dred and thirty-four woodcocks, besides hares 

 and other game ; whilst the best bag of any indi- 

 vidual of the party was sixteen couple and a 

 half of woodcocks. My friend Colonel Dawkins, 

 well known as a first-rate Nimrod, had the good 

 fortune one day to bag a deer and wild boar, 

 killing them both with small shot. 



A good dinner closes the day ; and as soon as 

 the party is seated at table, the vessel is got 

 under weigh, and we arrive at Corfu in the course 

 of the night. 



In arranging our forces for the chase, it was 

 always unanimously voted, that one, whose bo- 

 dily exertions were considerably impeded by an 

 accident in one leg, and who had, besides, a 

 slight tendency to become portly, was entitled to 

 the outside place, or flank of the line, in order that 

 he might walk along the edges of the covers ; and 

 as some one must be outside, it was fair to accord 

 the indulgence to the one least capable of en- 

 during bodily fatigue. Now, inasmuch as our 

 friend was a very good shot, considerable amuse- 

 ment used to be occasioned by the number of 



