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a very steep hill, in a wood. Here he 

 paused and wagged his head again, seeing 

 a glorious opportunity to put me over 

 it, but as his head was still held up in 

 some unaccountable way by a master 

 hand (no doubt he gave me the credit), 

 he gave it up. At the foot of the hill, 

 I reached forward and slipped the war- 

 bridle out of his mouth, and, let me say 

 to his credit, he has never once tried 

 the slightest trick since. Only the other 

 day a young fellow, who had never 

 been with hounds in his life, rode this 

 same animal for three or four hours, 

 and thought it was ** chaff" when I 

 told him to write to his mother that 

 not only had he got the brush, but 

 that he had ridden the most dans^erons 



