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THE HUNTING FIELD 



superfluous stock all at once. Let the Master, in 

 fact, say his say and be done, but don't let him incur 

 the censure the nigger passed on his Master, who 

 having flogged him well, began to preach after. — 

 "Floggey, floggey, or preachey, preachey, massa; but 

 no both floggey and preachey." Blow up and be 

 done, but don't blow up, and keep "knagging" all 

 the rest of the day. 



Remember, if the fault is a flagrant one the field 

 will go with the Master. Their sport is at stake as 

 well as his, but coarse language always disgusts, and 

 the edge of severity is blunted by repetition. 



"OLD ARD, YOU AIR DRESSER ON THE CHESNUT OSS 



