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set my back to that, and then we'll see who 

 dares. Oh, you great red villain, would you? 

 I wish I had you down here in the water. 

 Here's a chance ; I'll pin that hound. There's 

 one for him, anyway ! I'll go up to the mill 

 leat ; perhaps I can shake them oft there. No, 

 this is worse than ever. Here comes Sidney 

 running with a rope. What's that for, I wonder ? 

 Now down the meadow. If that brown sheep- 

 dog does not get out of the wav, I'll spike him. 

 Here's a wall; can I clear it? Only just. Out 

 of the way, you horses. If I'd time I'd teach 

 you ! Now down to the water again where 'tis 

 deep and dark and shady. Oh, vou hounds ! 

 Get out! If there weren't so manv of you, I'd 

 show you how to worrv your betters. What's 

 that on my horns? Oh, George Barwick, George 

 Barwick ! I wish I'd kept away from vou in 

 the morning." 



Harbouring on the moor has, from the 

 nature of the ground, to be done almost entirely 

 by viewing the deer, and consequently requires 

 great care and judgment, the small amount of 

 covert rendering all deer, and especiallv the 

 older stags, particularlv liable to move their 

 quarters at the least alarm. Thus a watch has 

 often to be kept upon their movements until 

 the tufters are actually brought to their lair, as 

 even when settled in their bed for the day, 

 some thoughtless passers-by may come between 



