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so I had it cut up into rashers, and used to have some 

 for my breakfast of a morning— and very good they 

 were. Why, sir, if ever you are unlucky enough to get 

 a hound as has distemper, and if you see him when he 

 is getting a little better bury a bone, you may be sure 

 it is a good sign : he can't eat it theoi, but he knows 

 where to find it when he can. Why, sir, I remember 

 Mr, Smith coming down to the kennels one day, and 

 there was a young hound that were very bad, and he 

 said, 'Carter, put that hound out o' the way; -he can't 

 live.' Now, sir, just at that moment I see that hound 

 nosing: amongst some stones and rubbish that was 

 thrown together in a corner of the yard, and come away 

 with a bit of bone and go and bury it. ' What's that 

 he's got 1 ' says Mr. Smith, ' take it away from him, that 

 won't do him any good.' ' I beg your pardon, sir,' says 

 I, ' that tells me that hound will recover, and I shan't 

 piit him away just yet.' Well, sir, the hound did 

 recover, and we had him in the pack several seasons. 

 Depend upon it, sir, they can always tell you better 

 than you can teach them. Well, sir, I remember when 

 I were with the Duke of Grafton, they thought you 

 couldn't cure a hound of the yellows; now, I won't 

 say you can always cure him, but I know it is to be 

 done. We had a hound called Midas, and he were 

 by Mr. Osbaldeston's ' Monarch ; ' well, sir, that hound 



