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cheer the many-spotted pack to their prey with his 

 musical stentorian voice. By-the-bye, one remains a 

 German gentleman, whose convivial habits and good- 

 ness of heart, with courteous behaviour, will always 

 endear him to those persons who can appreciate such 

 praiseworthy traits. The better to enter into the spirit 

 of the thing, I will transfer you to the neighbourhood 

 Vincennes, Indiana, so that you may learn the 

 characteristic features, and if, the first time you are 

 travelling westward by the Ohio and Mississippi line 

 of rail, you look out of the carriage window, after 

 rumbling over the long Wabash bridge, and take a 

 good view of the surroundings, know that this is the 

 locality over which Ubique once hunted. 



It was in the month of December or January, I 

 cannot precisely state which, but on rising from my 

 bed, to my surprise I found the ground covered with a 

 few inches of snow, just sufficient, and none to spare, to 

 track a deer with a degree of certainty. Now, I 

 was hungry for venison, and such a chance was not 

 to be let slip. From a habit which is unaccountable 

 among many when they go from home, I had a 

 morning cocktail brewed, and with a glass in each 

 hand sought the dormitory of my Yazoo friend, and 

 over the drinks we both discussed the prospects and 

 our plan of campaign. 



