Twelve Miles ivlth a Hare, 53 



" Now Charles," said I, " how far have we 

 run her ? " 



He thought for a minute, then '^ You must 

 have run her at least twelve miles, sir," he 

 answered. 



I have always thought that was about my 

 best run with a hare. How can I describe 

 those runs so minutely to-day, though it is 

 many a year since I enjoyed them ? I will let 

 you into a secret. Throughout the whole of 

 my long hunting career I have carefully kept 

 a diary, wherein each night I have entered up 

 the day's sport. Thus I have a record of 

 every hare, and fox, and deer that I have 

 hunted, and I know exactly where we found, 

 the country we ran over, and where we killed 

 if the luck was ours. Many a time, of course, 

 they beat me, but never have I lain my head 

 on the pillow until I had satisfied myself how 

 I had made the mistake, and where she had 

 gone to. 



As I have before mentioned, if you are to 

 have good sport, first you must have '' luck." 

 But then there is a right way and a wrong 



