CHAPTER V. 



MORE POACHERS AND POACHING. 



I SHALL now hark back again, without 

 apology, to Stanstead. 



One day I made arrangements with Joslin 

 and Hutley, my underkeepers, together with 

 the woodman, Mumford, to meet me at the 

 hut in Durrell's Wood, about two o'clock in 

 the morning, which was the time the poachers 

 usually came to shoot my pheasants. We 

 were on our way to this hut and had nearly 

 reached the wood, when we heard three shots 

 fired, and saw the fire from one of the guns. 

 The wood is on the side of a hill, so Joslin 



