THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 9 



all, with the exception of his head." * 



* * Dog eat dog ! " I exclaimed, scarcely 

 believing the statement to be true. 



" It's not an every-day occurrence," coolly 

 replied Trimbush; " but what I've told ye is 

 by no means a solitary instance, as you shall 

 learn. There was a shy, broken-spirited 

 puppy entered the same season with me, and 

 whenever any of us began a bit of fun with 

 him, he'd shriek and howl ' pen-an-ink ' just 

 as if he was being murdered. This, of 

 course, led every one to take advantage, and 

 the poor devil never had any peace of mind or 

 body. One day, however, when a few of us 

 had pinned him in a corner of the court, and 

 were baiting him for sport, who should step in 

 but Ned Adams, the second whip. How he 

 paid us off, to be sure ! Not one escaped but 

 with every bone in his body aching fit to 

 split." 



'* But it served all of you right," 

 interrupted I. 



" Perhaps it did," rejoined Trimbush; 

 " but we thought otherwise, and no sooner 

 had Ned turned his back than we commenced 



* This took place some years since in Mr. Conyer's 

 kennel, at Copthall, Essex. 



