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be beset by the hounds. However, luck was 

 on my side, and I succeeded in bagging my 

 charge in the inner pocket of an old shooting 

 jacket. As I have said, the season had nearly 

 ended, days were hot, and people were dressed in 

 the easy go-as-you-please kind of style, so that 

 my well-worn garment proved most serviceable, 

 as the pockets were stout, and resisted the 

 struggles of my captive to escape from 

 the unwelcome restraint. Keeping my own 

 council, without saying anything to anybody, 

 as evening was advancing, I went home, 

 my prisoner settling down quietly and giving 

 me very little trouble. She — for it proved a 

 vixen — was put into a loose box and serv^ed 

 with a small measure of bread and milk for 

 supper, but, as might be expected, had no 

 appetite for the change of diet at so early a 

 stage of confinement. There was a lot of 

 yapping and restlessness for two or three days, 

 but, by degrees, the strange meals began to be 

 appreciated, and, together with chicken bones 

 and other scraps, my captive began to thrive, 

 and was not difficult to rear. Very soon the 

 natural shyness wore off, and when I entered 

 the stable, my little friend would come and 

 snatch food from my hands, jump on my back, 



