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Landsman, to whom I have already alluded. He was 

 a fine, powerful fellow, but lacking in quality from a 

 Peterborough point of view by the way, I only judged 

 at the great hound show once, and then I was told off 

 to deal, not with foxhounds, but. with harriers and 

 beagles. His was rather a surly disposition. He 

 would grumble and grouse, with hackles erect, every 

 time he was drawn, and it was some time before I got 

 the right side of him ; but once attached, he was quite 

 devoted, in his own peculiar way. In the field, he was 

 the beau ideal of the perfect foxhound ; though some 

 of the fliers of the pack could lead him on a burning 

 scent, he was absolutely reliable. When Landsman 

 spoke the word, its truth was recognized by huntsman 

 and all who knew him. The greenest puppy would 

 fly to it in covert. " Haik to Landsman ! " was a sure 

 signal that reynard was afoot. During a run, and 

 when a check had occurred, the same cry was an 

 assurance that the true line had been recovered. He 

 would face anything, and go right through the thickest 

 gorse or undergrowth, fire or water, and over the 

 highest palings. He would have faced the devil 

 himself. He always drove with those bristling hackles 

 up, and as the pack ran from scent to view, I have seen 

 him dash out, course the unlucky varmint as a grey- 

 hound does a hare, bowl him over single-handed, and 

 shake the life out of him as a terrier does a rat ! Faith- 

 ful old fellow ! He was the " Daddy " of the kennel 

 at home or in the field for three seasons ; but then he 



