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accompanied with a sneer that would bring 

 up the dander of an angel. 



At last the inevitable happens, as we all 

 knew perfectly well that it would. His horse 

 lets drive, and if you have got a favourite 

 hound out that day, I'll lay my life to a 

 penny it will be that one. 



" Mr. Cunning " is then " Awfully sorry, 

 sir," and takes his horse away when the 

 mischief is done. And I have seen him spur 

 and hit the poor beast after the hound has 

 been hurt, just as if it were the horse's fault. 

 Yes, and on one or two occasions I have 

 had the pleasure of " unburdening my soul " 

 with such an unreasonable '' sportsman," and 

 I fancy that sometimes the incident may not 

 have been altogether unprofitable to him. I 

 have seen this happen so many times that 

 I am afraid I have sometimes wished the 

 horse would send ^^ Mr. Cunning " flying over 

 his head, and relieve the rest of the world 

 by breaking the d n fool's neck. 



Sometimes, also, you will go to a " holloa ! " 

 '^ Where has he gone, old chap ? " you ask, and 



