THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 5 



missed or stolen, it was invariably laid to our 

 charge; so that we could not even put our 

 heads into a doorway without having a stick 

 or a broom flung at us. Day after day this 

 was our treatment, and although we did not 

 suffer from a scarcity of food, yet from being 

 obliged to shift for ourselves in getting beds 

 where we could find them, sometimes cold, 

 sometimes wet, and no system being observed 

 in either our meals or lodgings, we were 

 seldom without lameness or ill-health of one 

 kind or other." 



My sister was about giving the further 

 details of their grievances, when the second 

 whip, a fine, young, athletic man, interrupted 

 her narration by observing that " he would 

 draft all the litter but me." 



" No, no," returned the feeder, shaking 

 his head. '' You'll not find the Squire do 

 that : we must keep 'em for their blood." 



" Come," added the huntsman, turning 

 upon his heel, " they're all in now, and to- 

 morrow will show what are to be entered. 

 We've no voice in the matter." 



** And don't want to have," rejoined the 

 feeder, ' 'with such a master as the Squire is. ' ' 



Soon after my entry I was taken under the 



