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THE HUNTING FIELD 



stigmatize a class, that few people are fond of engaging with 

 those who are connected with beer-shops. " Inn "' service is 

 generally considered bad enough, but bold must be the man 

 who tackles with the offspring of the beer-shop. We never 

 look at one of their nasty, dingy, common-looking signs, with- 

 out thinking what apt prototypes they are of the squalor 

 within. But the hounds are away, and here is old Bullwaist, 

 as usual, getting in people's way. He doesn't seem to like 

 water a bit better than his nag. " Noiu, old boy ! " we fancy 

 we hear this red-coated buck exclaiming, as he dashes past, 

 leaving old " Waist" in the lurch. 



