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10 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



making a retaliation upon the cur who had 

 caused us such a drubbing. We had scarcely 

 begun, however, when Ned again made his 

 unwelcome appearance, and flogged us until 

 every stroke from his double-thong seemed to 

 soak right through our bodies. Before the 

 cock gave notice of the coming day," con- 

 tinued Trimbush, significantly, " Tricksy — 

 for that was the name of the hound — was dis- 

 posed of so as to leave no trace behind." 

 Eaten 1 " I ejaculated. 

 We didn't leave," replied my friend 

 deliberately, and dropping his words like peas 

 from his jaws, " even his head.'' 



But why was this done? " inquired I. 

 The simplicity of infancy is truly re- 

 freshing! " observed Trimbush. ** There's 

 an adage, that a dead dog may tell how he was 

 killed," continued he; " but an eaten one 

 never can. Do you comprehend? " 



" Perfectly," responded I. 



*' From what I have said," he resumed, 

 " you must now be aware of the policy of 

 neither being overbearing to your fellows, nor 

 too tame or submissive to them. I am now 

 master here, and this is the rule I both teach 

 and observe." 





