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Killerby (father of the late John Booth who was 

 master of the Beclale hounds), were out grouse 

 shooting on Woodale Moor. Whilst having 

 luncheon on the top of the moor, near a spring of 

 water, Mr. Rohinson grabbed a little moor 

 mouse, which he squeezed to death, and then said 

 to Mr. Booth "I'll bet you five shillings I make 

 Matt swallow this." 



"What," rephed Mr. Booth; "raw, as it is?" 



"Yes!" said Mr. Robinson. 



The bet was accepted. Mr. Robinson then 

 rolled the mouse up in a piece of luncheon paper, 

 and put it into his pocket. In the evening, on 

 approaching the village inn, where they usually 

 stayed over night, they found Matt just outside 

 awaiting their return. Matt was a thirsty man, 

 noted for having a wide throat. He saluted the 

 sportsmen with his usual — 



"Good evening, gentlemen ! I hope you have 

 had good sport." 



"Thanks, Matt," rephed Mr. Robinson, "pretty 

 fair ; " and then added, " I have just made a bet 



