112 THE SPORTSMAN IN FRANCE. 



She behaved transcendently well all the 

 rest of the afternoon, found her birds in 

 the most artistical style, and never made 

 a blunder. Her nose was superlatively 

 good, and she was as steady as any 

 reasonable man could desire. She was 

 barely six months old, and gave promise 

 of becoming a first-rate dog for snipe- 

 shooting. 



I was so pleased with my bargain, that 

 I called upon Captain Rose, of the Navy, 

 the following day, who walked up to my 

 lodgings to look at this enfant trouve ; 

 when, to my surprise, the moment he 

 saw her he exclaimed, " By G — ! that's 

 my lost bitch!" The likeness to a fa- 

 vourite old setter, which he had lost near 

 Montreuil seven months before, was so 

 strong, that he could hardly believe it 

 was not poor old Belle, that he had 

 brought from England with him. 



She was in pup at the time she had 



