ST. HUBERT'S RUOTIIICHIIOOD OF IIUNTKR.S. 



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name, covered his 

 wrinkled brow with 

 a wig blacker than 

 bony. One of our 

 hunting - companions, 

 the famous Herbert, 

 surnamed Frank For- 

 ester, who was tern- 

 porarily absent, jested j 

 with Whitehead on 

 this useless append- 

 age to his toilet, as 

 much too fantastic for 

 a man of such grave 

 and decorous charac- 

 ter. In their quips 

 and jibes I had borne 

 a part ; but assuredly, 

 when laughing at my 

 brother in the frater- 

 nity of Saint Hubert, I 

 never once suspected 

 that to his artificial 

 scalp he would owe ( 

 his life. 



From five o'clock 

 in the morning we 

 had been traversing 

 hills and valleys in 

 pursuit of widgeons 

 and qu ail s. Our game- 



' ON THE VERY EDGE OF THE ABYSS." 



