38 AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER. 



whose'^name I forget. Mr. George Carrington 

 had some very good dogs, but one of the best 

 I ever saw was a Scotch terrier, belonging to 

 Mr. Edward Carrington ; its name was Flip. 



We usually hunted with Mr. Carrington' s 



dogs, before lunch, and with mine, afterwards. 



When the dogs began to get a bit tired and 



slack, Mr. Carrington would shout for me : — 



" Here, John W^ilkins, come and hunt these 



dogs, nobody else can do it properly." Then 



I would run forward, cap in hand, amongst the 



dogs, and talk to them : — *' Here, she goes — 



loo loo there — look out forra'd ; — look out sir 



— Hi Bustler boy — loo there." Old Bustler 



would scamper off in full cry, followed by the 



rest of the dogs ; and, if there were any strange 



gentlemen present, they would run forward, 



with their guns ready, hollaing out excitedly : 



— " Where's she gone, boy? " Then Mr. George 



Carrington would laugh and stutter out : — 



*' He's only exciting the dogs to hunt." " But 



you saw a rabbit didn't you, boy ? " " Lor, no, 



sir," I would reply. " I only wanted the dogs 



to find one," Then Mr. George used to laugh 



