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the Albanian shore. The dogs are all called 

 on shore, and again counted; perhaps one is 

 missing, and, after some search, is found hidden 

 away in some sly corner of the boat, or else has 

 quietly trotted off to his home, and is impatiently 

 waiting the arrival of his master, who has been in 

 vain seeking for him. 



After seeing them well fed and taken care of, 

 the sportsmen look after themselves, the older 

 ones ensconcing themselves in snug arm-chairs 

 over cheerful wood fires, whilst the younger and 

 more gay ones, particularly after a first-rate day's 

 sport, proceed to the opera, not so much for the 

 sake of listening to the favourite prima donna, as 

 to astonish their wondering friends with a narra- 

 tion of their exploits. Every regular Corfu Nim- 

 rod knows well when a party is going to shoot, 

 whether he form one of the number or not, and con- 

 sequently, no sooner does the returned sportsman 

 make his appearance in the theatre, than he is 

 saluted with — " Well, how many couple ?" '* Two 

 and thirty — forty " (as the case maybe); " But how 

 many guns?" " Four." " By Jove, that's good," 

 exclaims the questioner. " But, come, let us hear 

 how many did you bag ?" '^ Oh !" says the other 



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