64 THE LIFE OF A HUNTER 



either of them a fall. I can boast that I am 

 the only hunter my master ever possessed 

 of which he could say this. At the end of my 

 fourth season with the Cleveland, my fore-legs 

 were beginning to show work. At last I fell 

 on landing over a gate, and the week follow- 

 ing on landing over an ordinary fence, so I 

 was withdrawn from active service and had 

 a year's repose. I was then taken up again 

 and did a month's cub-hunting, and three 

 days after the opening meet. But this 

 was the end of my hunting career, for after 

 a fifty minutes' hard run, in which I was kept 

 to the front, I was so lame that there was 

 no choice but to superannuate me, as far as 

 hunting was concerned. 



During my hunting career I was often 

 shown in the summer months at the local 



