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and added, " Now, old friend, here is some one to call 

 upon you that you have not seen for many a long day ; 

 tell me who it is ? " The colonel came forward, and 

 taking him by the hand, said, " Well, Carter, how are 

 you ? " The old man started almost out of the chair, 

 and while his sightless eyes seemed to gleam as if he 

 saw everything, " Why ! 'tis Mr. Knatchbull ; I know'd 

 the note." " Well," said I, " old friend, 'taint the Mr. 

 Knatchbull you mean ; but you may well fancy that 

 in the one before you his father has risen from the 

 dead." Time had not dealt treacherously with his 

 memory, nor dulled his hearing. 



How many more little anecdotes in the life of my 

 old friend could I recount ? Possibly very many ; but 

 there must be an end to all things, and so there must 

 to these recollections. Still it may be allowable to 

 trouble the patience of the reader with just one more 

 to show the love which the old man retained for the 

 sport to which he had devoted a lifetime. It was on 

 the 5th April, 1884, that the Tedworth hounds met for 

 the last time, to finish the season, and the meet was 

 " Puthall Gate." We had a very good hunting day, and 

 killed the last fox handsomely ; and in the evening, on 

 my return, of course I found myself in the old hunts- 

 man's room to give him all particulars. We had had 

 one hour and tvv^enty minutes with our first fox, chiefly 



