130 FACT AGAINST FICTION". 



to tlic illustration of tlic trutli, I feel bound to say 

 that tliougli my friend Dr. Pliilpots, who took the 

 most kind and attentive interest in the matter, enter- 

 tains no doubt of the success of the operation, neither 

 myself nor my head-keeper, Harry Toovey, ever saw, 

 when success had been accomplished, slighter indi- 

 cations of a raised pustule making its appearance 

 than on the ears of either of these puppies. How- 

 ever, Dr. Philpots must be a better judge than we 

 are of the success or otherwise of the operation, 

 and he has no doubt whatever in the matter. 



If the foregoing chapter jDroves in its sugges- 

 tions to be useful to my brother sportsmen, — they 

 are the suggestions of, at least, a carefid and obser- 

 vant sportsman, arising in a very lengthened 

 experience of years, — it will, in the winter of my 

 life, afford me the deepest satisfaction. The eager, 

 joyous, and resolutely determined and vehement 

 cry of my loved foxhounds long gathered to the 

 ground, of many of whom I still dream, still seem, 

 in their heart-stirring, tlmndering tones, to be ring- 

 ing in my ears, as they run for their short turning 

 and dying fox in the severe and tangled black 

 thorn and briar woods of Bedfordshire. My 

 favomite hunter standing still in all j^jatience 



