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at walk, and, as I always knew every puj^py in the 

 neighbourhood, Monitor was frequently with me, or 

 rather with Matchless. On my return home I found 

 he had paid an afternoon call to his playmate, 

 and, not finding her, without leaving a card, had 

 gone down the street, and, as was not unusual, looked 

 in at the old huntsman's. In colour, shape, and size, 

 the two were exactly alike, so that it was no discredit 

 to Alice, in looking down from an upstair window, to 

 mistake the one for the other. 



It was in the summer of 1884, and within a few 

 months of the old man's death, I received a visit from 

 Colonel Charles Knatchbull, who was staying in the 

 neighbourhood. 'Now of all the men of former years 

 that George Carter worshipped, Mr. Knatchbull, of 

 Cholderton Lodge, was the chief ; and in speaking of 

 him, as he frequently did, in our many happy hours 

 together, the old man usually wound up with " Oh, 

 Mr. Knatchbull were a nice quiet man, and a very 

 good sportsman." 



Durino; the time of Carter's acting^ as huntsman at 

 Tedworth, Mr. Knatchbull's sons were boys, and as such 

 came out hunting with their father, but were brought 

 up to be " nice and quiet," like their sire. They were 

 not allowed to cock-a-hoop about, and ride anywhere, 

 like some I have seen since, who may fancy themselves 



