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he was flying from the presence of the dreaded red 

 coat. From the Ladies Fitzpatric, at Farming- Woods, 

 Mrs. Berkeley and myself, in our stay at Brigstock, 

 received every kindness and attention, and I had leave 

 to shoot partridges when I pleased, and often shot 

 pheasants in the covers with the keeper. One day, the 

 last on which I ever set eyes on poor Sentinel, I was 

 shooting pheasants in the deer forest to the keeper's 

 team of spaniels ; a rush through the underwood came 

 towards me, and first a black cat, and then Sentinel, 

 looking perfectly wild, came into the ride about forty 

 yards distance from where I stood. He scarcely 

 paused, and yet he heard the voice of old, for I shall 

 never forget the sudden look, with ears erect, he gave 

 me when I called to him by name. Unluckily, the 

 report of my gun, when I killed the cat, and then 

 the spaniels chasing him, continued him in his panic- 

 stricken flight, and I never heard of him again. 



I did my best to reason with Jack on the nature 

 and treatment of hounds, but it did no good. " j\Ir. 

 Brag," mentioned in Mr. Sponge's " Sporting Tour," 

 and again in Jorrock's " Handley Cross Hunt," 

 dressed very like Jack, and used in some cases simi- 

 lar expressions ; and he would as soon have learned 

 anything from Lord Scamperdale, as Jack would 

 from me ; so I gave up all remonstrance. Jack was 

 only fitted, while I knew him, for a second whipper- 

 in. In the course of my Reminiscences I am aware 

 of a scene with the Pychley hounds precisely si- 

 milar to that which happened with Sir Harry 

 Scattercashe's, in regard to leaving the hounds to 

 take care of themselves on a hunting-day. It was 

 one in the morning before all got home, luncheon 

 having made hounds, men, and they told me horses, 



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