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heels of the huntsman's horse. Some years 

 afterwards I hunted fox only, and though I 

 parted with most of the others, I kept him : 

 he went out constantly with the pack, and as 

 hares were scarce in the country I then hunted, 

 he (lid no hurt : the moment a fox was found, 

 he came to the horse's heels. This continued 

 some time, till catching view of a fox that 

 was sinking, he ran in with the rest, and was 

 well blooded. He, from that time to the day 

 of his death, was not only as steady a hound 

 to fox as ever I knew, but became also our 

 very best finder. I bred some buck-hounds 

 from him, and they are remarkable for never 

 changing from a hunted deer. 



Your huntsman's weekly return is a very 

 curious one: he is particularly happy in the 

 spelling. My huntsman is author of the in- 

 closed. It may make you laugh, and is per- 

 haps no improper return for yours. 



Sir, 



Honored I beg your honouers par- 

 don a thousand times my wicked daufter is 

 brout to bed this day God be praisd the child 

 Is dead har mother nor I new nothing of it nor 

 nobody as I can hear off tis that vile fellow 

 R P at as he has acted such a 



