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his master, running with outstretched 

 arms to catch him while his entrails 

 protruded from the orifice made by the 

 horns of the foaming and bellowing bull, 

 the tears of anguish shed over his pet 

 friend and companion by the man who 

 had trained him to the cruel sport, of 

 which he had just become the victim, 

 convinced us both that it was a most 

 degrading pastime. The other, though 

 of an equally demoralizing nature, did 

 not appear as brutal in its character, and 

 did not attract such low company. 



There was a gentleman in the little 

 town of Bishops Waltham that annually 

 had an exhibition of this sort, who gene- 

 rally had some first-rate birds, and we 

 were in the habit of meeting there some 

 of the first people in the neighbour- 

 hood. 



On one of these occasions I remember 

 two men, who had the appearance of 

 gentlemen, but were nothing more than 



