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forest in our van instead of his house, which all 

 the nobility who hunted there patronised. The 

 little doctor was so timid that nothing could in- 

 duce him to return at night, so we made him up 

 a bed in our kitchen, which was warm and com- 

 fortable. 



The next morning we sent up the Breton boy 

 for his nag, which he had hired for the occasion, 

 and in a short time he returned with an animal 

 which looked like a cross between a bear and a 

 bull a genuine Breton pony. As the little 

 doctor mounted, and seated himself in the old 

 demi-peaked saddle, with his single gun in hand, 

 he looked, with his long beard and moustache, 

 like a Cossack. 



We soon made a start, and at half-past eleven 

 commenced drawing the forest for a cJievreuil. 

 We had one of the guards of the forest with us to 

 show us their whereabouts, so we soon started, 

 and settled to a fine brocard (male roebuck). 

 Old Happido was a first-class hound for deer, and 

 led the others out in fine style, and after a 

 rattling run of two hours all through and 

 through the forest, in which they hunted totally 

 unassisted, for we could not lift our hounds, 



