104 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



was sensitively jealous of the privilege of 

 assisting the Squire to make his kennel toilet. 



When attired he proceeded to the boiling- 

 house, examined the boiling flesh, coppers, 

 and everything belonging to that department. 

 Then turning into the feeding-room, he 

 looked at the troughs and expressed himself 

 satisfied with the perfect order that all 

 things were in belonging to this. 



In going to the lodging rooms, Will Sykes 

 said, " How would you like to have them 

 drawn, sir? " 



" Each hound singly," replied the Squire, 

 " and the entry first." 



It was some little time before it came to my 

 turn; but when my name was called out I 

 sprang, and as soon as I made my appearance, 

 the Squire took a piece of biscuit from his 

 pocket and throwing it to me, said " Here 

 Ringwood, beauty," and caressed me kindly. 



One or two of my young companions 

 evinced some temper and jealousy at this, and 

 growled deeply with up-reared hackles. 



"Come, come," hallooed Tom, correctingly, 

 and a crack from his thong soon silenced the 

 grumblers. 



" His nose is hot," observed the Squire, 



