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the heat, for it was a bright October day, we 

 were obliged to sound the faire revenir, or 

 rappel. The only hound missing was Happido. 

 We sounded and sounded, but to no purpose, 

 and we were obliged to leave the forest without 

 him, but as the chateau we were staying at 

 was only a mile off, we had no fear of losing 

 him. We dined, and in the evening sent out 

 a piquewr, but he came back without the dog. 

 The next morning a paysan came with a beau- 

 tiful chevrette, the same one as you saw in the 

 paddock, with the old dog baying at his heels. 

 It appeared in passing by a lake some four 

 miles off to take up some night lines at day- 

 light, he saw the poor chevrette in about three 

 feet of water, and the old dog keeping watch, 

 both nearly dead with exhaustion, and the 

 doe was easily taken by him. I gave the pea- 

 sant forty francs, turned the poor creature out 

 in the paddock, and there she is as happy as 

 can be, and as tame as a dog. The most ex- 

 traordinary thing is, that when I walk in the 

 field old Rappido invariably comes, but never 

 offers to molest her, being quite content with 

 .standing and looking wistfully at her, while she 



