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suits, flannel shirts, thick hob-nailed bro- 

 gans, and corduroy caps ; and if any one 

 doubted our intentions for the day they 

 should have seen Don and Belle, the two 

 setters, as they rapped the table legs with 

 their tails, and poking their heads into 

 our laps with impatient whines looked up 

 with that intense expression that one sees 

 when the dog realizes that his master is 

 all ready for a hunt. Honest old Fog- 

 horn, the hound, sat in droop-eared dig- 

 nity with bowed head near the stove, 

 looking at us occasionally out of the 

 corners of his eyes and hoping that he 

 would be invited to follow, but knowing 

 full well that when we were out after 

 grouse it was his day to remain at home. 

 One who has not lived and loved with 

 well-bred dogs cannot appreciate their 

 keen perceptions and their quick divina- 

 tion of many of the master's thoughts and 

 intentions. The ordinary observer would 

 have said that Foghorn did not care to 

 go with us on that day, and that the other 

 dogs were wistful because such was their 

 habit, but not a word had been spoken 



