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at any time, cannot fail to find their way home more easily.' 

 A man has this advantage over a dog, that he can ask the way 

 when he has lost it : though in certain counties he is by no 

 means sure of getting a very lucid answer, or indeed, any 

 answer at all, if the point to which he craves direction be any- 

 where out of the immediate local sphere of the party interro- 

 gated. The writer of this chapter was once, many years ago, 



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on his way to meet Mr. Garth's hounds at ' The Checquers,' a 

 public-house on Eversley Green. Being then a stranger in the 

 land, and having gone about as far as the map had told him he 

 should go, without seeing any sign of hunting man or beast, or 

 of that place of entertainment for them to which he was bound, 

 he asked his way of a passing countryman. A stare, a shake 

 of the head, and some sounds in an unknown tongue, were all 

 the answers he could get. So, committing himself into the 



