THE SPORTSMAN IN FRANCE. 109 



when about half way from home, my 

 attention was attracted to a dog in the 

 swamp, which was beating and quarter- 

 ing his ground in a very superior manner : 

 the style of going, the pace, the action, 

 and that indescribable dashing and swing- 

 ing of the stern, which betrays high 

 breeding, were so unusual in that part of 

 the world, that I was induced to approach 

 the chasseur, whom, to my astonishment, 

 I found to be a Frenchman. 



After the interchange of as many bows 

 as would suffice for an Englishman during 

 the term of his natural life, I ventured to 

 observe, " that he had a nice dog with 

 him." He answered me by stating that 

 it was a '' sacre chierme Anglaise,'' and of 

 the '' veritable race," but that she would 

 not remain close to him, and always beat 

 her ground at too great a distance to suit 

 him. 



I then inquired where he picked up 



