THE 



LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



CHAPTER I. 



I HAD the excellent fortune, begins Ring- 

 wood's memoir, to be put at walk at a 

 farm-house, where I enjoyed the treatment 

 observed to all the animals under the care and 

 protection of the farmer and his wife — that 

 of universal kindness. Sweet milk, meal, 

 and broth were my provisions; and I never 

 was without a clean, dry, and warm bed. 

 Basking in the sun, playing with the 

 shepherd's dog, following the men at work, 

 and in a complete state of perfect freedom, 

 my early puppyhood passed. I mention these 



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