DORSET'S STORY 



WAS born in Cran- 

 borne Chace, which 

 is in ]Mr. Farquhar- 

 son's hunt, and it 

 was here that I first 

 heard the sound of a 

 huntsman's voice, the 

 \iVl^//0V/ , "^«^W^f^|^ voice of old Ben 

 ' "''^' Jennings ; and melo- 



dious as it might 

 have been considered by others, it was any thing 

 but agreeable to my ear when he used it to cheer 

 on his hounds, which appeared so well to under- 

 stand it. It frequently was the cause of my 

 leaving this large covert. I returned to it because 

 the hounds were apt to get on the scent of another 

 fox. The voice became at last so familiar to me 

 that I heeded it not, but rather found amusement 

 in it, taking little trouble to be out of hearing of it 



