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the dead game, as if he was hunting for a live 

 bird, which, in the act of hiding away, had par- 

 tially or wholly withheld its scent. Now let us 

 away to the next field, for one half of the life of 

 sporting is in its motion. A hard hunter is most 

 invariably a fair shot; but a fair shot is not 

 always a hard hunter. 



Hie on, good dogs. But, mark yonder fea- 

 thered pirate perched near the top of the tall 

 tree, on the edge of the wheat stubble. He is 

 out after game, too, for see, he has a bird in his 

 talons, and feeling perfectly secure, he is pluck- 

 ing it where he sits. Is there no way of pun- 

 ishing that fellow, and of putting a final period 

 to his depredations? Yes, by Jove, there is. 

 Here comes the farmer down the lane to water 

 his horses. 



" Good morning, Adam. Do you see yonder 

 hen-harrier?" 



" Ay, I sees the thief." 



" Will your horses stand fire ?" 



" Ay, here's old bay Charles he's twenty-six 

 next grass be danged if he doesn't stand a dis- 

 ruption of 'Suvius." 



" Well then, we'll put an end to that fellow's 

 forays on your poultry -yard. Jump on Charles, 

 while I take down the bars ; now guide him so 



