" Thistle WJiipper's " Red Deer. 21 



'' Well, should I always call that when I 

 see a hare ? " 



'* Why, certainly, certainly," said my 

 father, laughing in his sleeve. 



Away they went, over a nice hunting 

 country, until they came to a place called 

 Eyeworth. Mr. Wells and the governor were 



one side of a thick hedge, N on the other. 



The hare came out of the hedge on his side, 



and old N yelled, " Tantrebowbus ! 



Tantrebowbus ! " until you could have heard 

 him at Topler's Hill. 



"What's that the fool is shouting?" 

 asked his master. 



" Lord only knows for certain. But I 

 think he's calling you bad names," replied the 

 governor. 



If there was one thing that my father liked 

 more than another it was to hunt a deer. He 

 hunted a great number of out-lying fallow 

 deer, and many a turned-out one also. He 

 was once presented with a fine red deer, by a 

 few of his friends, and on more than one 

 occasion that deer looked like leading him 



