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Bedwin. As we came down towards the pleasure 

 grounds in front of the house, my old friend, as I 

 knew, was bearing a little too much to the left, and not 

 for the gate that I always went through in crossing 

 that part of the forest, and I hinted as much to him ; 

 but as he seemed to know the way very well, I let him 

 alone, till, on passing through another gate which he 

 opened, I found we were, as I expected, crossing" the 

 grounds. Well, I was aware that nobody was down just 

 then at the house, but I remarked to Carter, " I say, 

 old friend, we are right in the middle of the Marquis's 

 grounds." 



"Well, sir," rejoined he, looking very stern, ''and 

 what if we be ? Won't he see my red coat and cap, 

 and know we's a-going a-hunting ; and would any 

 gentleman or any nobleman think to stop anybody as 

 was a-going a-hunting ? Oh, dear, dear me, no, we 

 may go where we like, provided we don't do any 

 damage. Ahem ! " (the usual conclusion of satis- 

 faction to a clincher y like the cluck of a fowl that 

 has laid an Qgg). 



Now any one who has ever met hounds at 

 Stype will know it is not the soundest-going in the 

 world ; while it is a line wild country for foxes and 

 hunting, it is not an easy one to ride, as it is frightfully 



