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was a rum fellow — of town the towniest. 

 As soon as he could hold on over a 

 fence at all, we took him out hunting, 

 of course. Bond Street had turned him 

 out regardless, but taking five croppers 

 the first day like a man rather upset him, 

 and coupled with the fact that he had 

 taken sundry neat brandies en route, he 

 was a nice object when we started for 

 home. Oh, what a cold night that was ! 

 so we called at a good-hearted farmer's 

 for some more brandy. I think he 

 mixed the brandy with gin instead of 

 water, as it sat very warm and comfort- 

 ing. Walking up the next hill, I noticed 

 our hero beginning to wobble a bit, and 

 when we arrived at the top he muttered, 

 " Letsh rache ! " and over the hedge 

 he went, we after him. There was a 

 gorse cover two fields ahead, but he never 

 saw it, and we shouted, " Go on, Charlie ; 



