14 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



Adams;" and then turning upon his side he 

 closed his eyes, and a deep, low snore quickly- 

 proclaimed him to be in the land of shadowy 

 dreams. 



I found kennel life at first very tedious, and 

 soon began to pine for the farm-house, liberty, 

 and a romp with the shaggy old shepherd's 

 dog. I became so home-sick at length, that 

 had the opportunity offered, I should have run 

 away; but when taken for exercise, I was 

 always coupled with a companion, and no 

 chance given of an escape from my thraldom. 

 Notwithstanding the kindness of the feeder, 

 in offering me food twice, and occasionally 

 even three times a day, I got thinner and 

 thinner, and instead of the sleek and bright 

 coat which I had upon leaving my walk, my 

 hackles now began to stare and to look little 

 l^s rough than a badger's skin. Trimbush, 

 too, essayed to relieve me from my load of 

 misery, and recounted many a tale of interest 

 to wean me from gloomy reflections ; but it was 

 all to no purpose. I could not forget the 

 pleasures of home. 



" He'll be right enough in a day or two," 

 said the huntsman to an expression of regret 

 from the feeder at my altered appearance. 



