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tips were seen above the grass, scudded across to 

 their burrows. 



Mr Wilson was at the stable door, when George 

 and I got there, giving directions to the stableman. 

 On his turning and seeing us he nodded and 

 entered the stable, and we followed. When 

 opposite the ailing horse, which turned its head as 

 if to listen, he said : " I don't think there is much 

 the matter, George. I have sent William to get a 

 bran mash with a handful or two of scalded oats in 

 it. I have given him a dose. In two hours' time 

 give him the other. I am coming this way in the 

 morning, and will have another look at him." 



Mr Tom Wilson, veterinary surgeon, farmer, 

 cricketer and all-round sportsman, is a man of few 

 words, and those so modest that you might not be 

 impressed by them were they not emphasised by 

 every feature of his face. His reputation as a vet. 

 is great, and it is thought that he has no equal as a 

 sportsman in all the country round. There is great 

 rejoicing by the opposing side when his wicket falls 

 and the pace and break of his deliveries are very 

 disconcerting. He fishes, but it is of his shooting 

 I wish to tell. 



I have heard it said that doctors get callous to 

 their fellow-creatures' pains. I do not believe it. 

 Tom Wilson, surgeon to the lower animals, was 

 certainly not so affected by his daily contact with 

 his patients, for it was his kindly thought for their 

 sufferings and his horror of giving them pain that 

 made him so near perfection as a shot. His pity 

 was great for the man who shot wildly into a twirl- 

 ing covey, while he felt something stronger for a 

 thoughtless shooter who could fire at a going bird 





