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looked very like it. I sliall never forget how 

 proud that old hound was when he found I petted 

 him, and that he was still to be treated with all the 

 ceremony and usages of a well-ordered foxhound 

 kennel; and when we began cub-hunting, his alert 

 dignity and industry was so great that he still 

 more Avon my heart. Among my old hounds were 

 one or two who would not draw ; and these at first 

 were seduced into cover by the tongue of riot among 

 the young hounds ; they soon, however, distinguished 

 truth from error, and the babbler from the never- 

 faiUng speaker; old Stamford's challenge would 

 make tliem dash away from my horse's heels ; and 

 at last, when the other hounds began to draw and 

 find a fox, old Voucher, a grey-pied hound, I think 

 from Colonel AYyndham, would listen a moment with 

 a curious ear, and head that turned from side to 

 side till he satisfied himself as to whose tongue it 

 Avas ; and I could either cheer or gently chide accord- 

 ing to what old Voucher did. My entry of puppies 

 from the kennel at Berkeley Castle, Colonel Berkeley 

 fjivins: me first choice of the lot after he had made 

 his selection, joined me after my pack had reached 

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