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disappointed, as to pointers and setters 

 having very few birds shot over them. Con- 

 tinued mortification would render all much 

 less ardent for the work, in consequence of the 

 dearth of the great climcue to sport ; not from 

 the covetous, greedy, piggish, grovelling 

 want of the material to lick our chops." 



Finding Trimbush getting warm upon the 

 subject, I thought it better not to provoke the 

 discussion further, and made no reply. The 

 old hound, however, continued to abuse 

 mankind in general, for some minutes, for 

 entertaining such a low estimate of our 

 motives in the chase, and wound up his 

 observations by saying, *' It's not to be 

 wondered at; for true sportsmen are born, 

 like poets — chaps with as much music in their 

 souls as we have in our tongues — ^now and 

 then; but fools come into the world every 

 second." 



