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enough to do when hunting us without taking 

 notice of the country which he passes over ; and 

 we must not assume to ourselves greater sagacity 

 than belongs to him, for I beheve that we are but 

 varieties of the same kind. I observe amongst our 

 party one who may have something to say upon 

 that subject presently. 



I underwent another severe day's work in the 

 same country with another pack of hounds. In 

 consequence of finding plenty of rabbits in a covert 

 near the Waterloo Inn, I remained there for some 

 time, and my peace was undisturbed, until I was 

 roused one morning by the strange but fine voice 

 of Mr. King's huntsman, Squire, After running 

 round the covert a few times, I found that his 

 quick pack were not to be trifled with ; I there- 

 fore went straight away in the direction of Sussex. 

 They still pressed me on through the large coverts 

 there, and I left them in a wood, their huntsman 

 and his master, Mr. King, imagining that I had 

 gone to ground in a wood in Colonel Wyndham's 

 country — a mistake which happened in consequence 

 of my having crept into an earth that I re- 

 membered to have seen there, but which, when I 

 found that it was merely a rabbit earth, I left, and 

 went on. The hounds stopped there, but it was 



