38 AN ENGLISH GAMEKEEPER. 



whose name I forget. Mr. George Carrington 

 had some very good dogs, but one of the best 

 I ever saw was a Scotch terrier, belonging to 

 Mr. Edward Carrington ; its name was Flip. 



We usually hunted with Mr. Carrington' s 

 dogs, before lunch, and with mine, afterwards. 

 When the dogs began to get a bit tired and 

 slack, Mr. Carrington would shout for me : 

 " Here, John Wilkins, come and hunt these 

 dogs, nobody else can do it properly." Then 

 I would run forward, cap in hand, amongst the 

 dogs, and talk to them : " Here, she goes 

 loo loo there look out forra'd ; look out sir 

 Hi Bustler boy loo there." Old Bustler 

 would scamper off in full cry, followed by the 

 rest of the dogs ; and, if there were any strange 

 gentlemen present, they would run forward, 

 with their guns ready, hollaing out excitedly : 

 ' * Where' s she gone, boy ? ' : Then Mr. George 

 Carrington would laugh and stutter out : 

 " He's only exciting the dogs to hunt." " But 

 you saw a rabbit didn't you, boy ? " " Lor, no, 

 sir," I would reply. " I only wanted the dogs 

 to find one." Then Mr. George used to laugh 



