190 ANOTHER DAY AT CHEE-IIA. 



"Will you lend us your boy to bring a cart?" 

 said I. 



" Certainly," says Loveleap ; " it will make such 

 a feast for the dogs ; but where is the cow ?" 



" Here !" says Geordy, kicking off the myrtle 

 screen, and revealing to the sight of his astonished 

 comrade, OUT three, layers of venison ! Oh, you 

 should have seen Loveleap's face ! 



The cart is brought, and our four deer are soon 

 on their way home. Do you think we accompanied 

 them ? No ! We were so merciless as to meditate 

 still further havoc. The day was so little spent 

 and as our hands were in, and there was just in the 

 next drive, an overgrown old buck, who had often 

 had the insolence to baffle us. no ! we must take a 

 drive for him ! Again the hounds are thrown into 

 cover, headed by our remaining driver ; but in the 

 special object of our move we failed the buck had 

 decamped. Still, the fortune of the day attended 

 us ; and an inquisitive old turkey gobbler, having 

 ventured to peep at Geordy where he lay in ambush, 

 was sprawled by a shot from his gun, and was soon 

 seen dangling from his saddle-bow. 



This closed our hunt. And now that we have a 

 moment's breathing time, tell me, brother sports- 

 men ! who may chance to read this veritable history 

 has it ever been your fortune, in a single day's 



