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says he, * George, what's the matter ? ' ' Matter, sir 1 ' 

 says I; 'why, I'm just going to bring out that fox.' 

 ' Why,' says Colonel Lascelles, ' they haven't killed, 

 have they ? ' ' Salvage tells me, sir,' says I, ' she has, 

 and I shall find him.' Well, sir, I forced my way 

 through the wood, and presently I saw one hound come 

 out with some blood about him, and then another, and 

 so on ; and as soon as they see me coming they went 

 back, and sure enough, in some brambles, there were 

 the fox dead enough and the hounds tearing him ; and 

 there were Salvage, and the other hounds know'd her 

 cry, I believe, as well as I did. Oh, she were a 

 beautiful bitch ! And I remember Colonel Lascelles 

 saying, when I came out with the fox, ' Well, George, 

 I could hardly have believed it ; ' but there you see, 

 sir, I know'd." 



Of course his expressions were pretty much con- 

 nected with his former life, but on my inquiring one 

 evening if he had suffered much pain during the day, 

 as he had some rheumatic affection about him, he said, 

 " Well, sir, the doctor says I have sci-sci-tica, or some 

 such thing." 



" Sciatica you mean, old friend," I observed. 



" That's it, sir," said he. " Burn the long words 1 

 But it's shifted a bit now out of my hips and got more 

 about my body ; but there, I hope 'tis for the best. Get 



