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zur," replied Ted Aplin, in a re-assuring tone, "an' 

 Card Aulmighty mead 'em vor gennalman's sport." 

 A gamekeeper who was once heard by him using 

 violent language to a refractory dog, was sharply 

 rebuked for his profanity. " There now, Mr Mansel," 

 was the reply, "I'll tell 'e how it is ; it is no martal 

 use a-talking of Bible language to thic there dog, 

 for he don't understand it, and he never 'ull." I do 

 not know whether it was this same gamekeeper or 

 another anyhow, he was so far like him that he 

 placed a special value of his own on " Bible language" 

 who named one of his dogs " Moreover." " Why 

 on earth do you call him such a name ? " said his 

 master. " Why, zur, it's a real good Bible name for 

 a dog. Ain't we told that * Moreover, the dog, 

 licked his sores ' ? " 



Naturally, in a people who are so rooted to the 

 soil there are not many who have much idea of dis- 

 tance or of proportion. Bulbarrow, whose range 

 forms a " Great Divide " between north and south 

 Dorset, between the valleys of the Stour and the 

 Frome, is their unit, I would almost say, their ne 

 plus ultra, of separation and of elevation. " We are 

 on high ground," I remarked, two or three years 

 ago, when shooting near Bulbarrow, on Mr Mansel- 

 Pleydell's ground, to one of the old band of beaters 



