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the gateway of our hotel, as well as the 

 piqueurs, the gardes de chasse, and attend- 

 ants. Some volunteers, too, were parti- 

 cularly active in proclaiming our inten- 

 tions, for there was scarcely a street in 

 the town which did not re-echo the in- 

 harmonious blasts from the cors de chasse, 

 with which these emulous gentlemen had 

 provided themselves. Whether it was the 

 discord, or the unusual interruption at so 

 early an hour, or the association of ideas 

 as connected with the horns, I will not 

 pretend to say, but certain it is that more 

 than one somniferous husband wished us 

 quietly immured within the dungeons of 

 Mont St. Michel This malediction was 

 subsequently communicated to us in pri- 

 vate, by their better halves. — But, to 

 resume : — 



By six o'clock the whole party of chas- 

 seurs had assembled in front of our hotel, 

 and I started our huntsman, Collins, with 

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