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will approach him quite familiarly and butt at 

 him, and seems to understand she is safe, and 

 that the old dog is of too noble a disposition to 

 touch her in her captivity. I have even seen 

 them chase one another in the prettiest way 

 imaginable. This poor doe must have been at 

 bay in the lake some twelve or fourteen hours, 

 the dog on the watch, but too wary and cautious 

 to approach." 



This is the history of old Rappido, and I shall 

 never part with him. A large party came down 

 next day, English and French, for boar-hunting. 

 As there were no end of hounds, I left the old 

 dog with the rest of my dogs at the van, and 

 three or four sleepy-headed fellows were left in 

 bed at the village, as we would not wait for 

 them. We found the slot of a boar, came back, 



let out the hounds of Monsieur M. G n,. 



whose meute, I should say, are famous at boar, 

 hunted, and killed him. On returning home 

 through the forest about three o'clock, just 

 getting dusk, for it was late in December, I 

 thought I heard dogs giving tongue in the 

 distance. My ear did not deceive me. The 

 music of dogs in full cry was wafted to 



