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to carry its master for many a long day, until, 

 when it was nearly thirty years old, Lord Por- 

 pentine, not caring to sell so faithful a friend, 

 presented the animal to his mother. The 

 Dowager Lady Porpentine was delighted to be 

 able to provide Boanerges with a kind home, 

 and at Mumsey Grove it spent the dechning 

 years of its life, happily enough, harnessed to 

 the mowing - machine from 6 a.m. until 

 luncheon-time, and dragging a heavy garden 

 roller up and down the private golf-links during 

 the remaining hours of the day. 



Lord Porpentine was naturally much dis- 

 tressed at the havoc he had wrought among the 

 hounds, for, although an ardent motorist, habit 

 had not yet imbued him with that sublime in- 

 difference to canine life which renders many 

 of our amateur chauffeurs such attractive 

 members of society. 



Only the summer before he had been much 

 upset when he ran over a retriever just out- 

 side the gates of Mumsey Grove in circum- 

 stances that excited some comment at the time, 

 and caused the incident to become unneces- 

 sarily celebrated. The story of this accident 

 has also been very often related, but, since it 

 happened to my own uncle, I cannot understand 

 why I should not be allowed to repeat it here. 



On the day to which I refer, Lord Porpentine 



