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massacred, and died an ignominious death. It 

 happened last autumn that he was found as usual 

 in Grafton Park one morning, as soon as it was 

 light, by this new pack, when he had imprudently 

 glutted himself, and was thinking again to save his 

 Ufe by immediately running into a drain, in which 

 he had so often saved himself before after a severe 

 day's hunting. He who had been king of the forest, 

 and had for so many years fairly beaten his enemies, 

 was now dug out and devoured by the hounds on 

 the spot. Oh ! the ruthless and unfeehng beasts ! 

 Yet, be it confessed, that we ourselves do sometimes 

 dig out a mouse or so, but it is to eat him kindly, 

 you know. 



Here I intended to finish my story, but as I am 

 expected to explain how I have escaped from every 

 pack by which I have been hunted, I must add, 

 that having for a long time had a wish to see that 

 part of the Northampton country hunted till last 

 year by the Duke of Grafton's hounds, in which the 

 woods were of immense size, having heard that T. 

 Carter and his killing pack had left the country, 

 and thinking it would be a place of greater security 

 for my old age, I went there last spring, but had 

 not been long settled in Puckland's woods before I 

 was disturbed by hearing another pack, which soon 



