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taking gun and dog on the judge's domain was 

 fraught with more danger than the fun was worth. 

 The doctor alone had the passport, and because 

 both he and his dogs had the " manners of gentle- 

 men." He was a physician, just old enough to 

 be settled in practice, with that talent for repres- 

 sion of rougher impulses which Eastern Shoremen 

 of the old school cultivated early in life, and with 

 that firm practical purpose in all he did which 

 was more common in the slave states than fiction 

 has ever explained. I was a lad and his pupil in 

 wing shooting. 



" Come along to-morrow," he said to me one 

 November evening. " It's the time to have my 

 pet day, and I'll show you the best quail shooting 

 in the country and that fine old gentleman, Judge 

 Winder, at home." 



It was before the advent of knowledge about 

 Llewellins and Laveracks. The doctor's two 

 setters were "natives," one liver-and-white, one 

 lemon-and-white, clean-cut, bright-eyed, and lov- 

 able. The doctor did not play with them. Nor 

 did he scold or strike. When he spoke, he 

 meant something and they understood. When 

 he did not speak, they knew that there was noth- 

 ing to do. 



At a quick order they jumped into the buggy 

 and lay quietly. We drove along the old river 

 road for a jogging hour. A couple of miles away 



