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nothing but some small varmint." Then he sat 

 on listening anxiously for the voices of some of 

 his old friends, till at last two or three of them 

 began to give tongue. All animation in a moment, 

 the " Doctor's " voice rang out, " Hark to ould 

 Bowler, Vengeance, and Warwhoop ! Now the 

 right bell have tolled." On another day, after 

 running a fox hard, hounds had got him into a 

 small coppice and were scoring at him, when he 

 began to run short. " Ah," exclaimed the " Doctor," 

 " it's pretty well up with him. Don't ye hear 

 how angry ould Shark, the bandy-legged tarrier, 

 be with him ? " 



The " Doctor " was always on his guard against 

 what he considered chaff, no matter from whom it 

 came. On a good scenting day, when hounds in a 

 thick fog had run clean away from the field, the 

 " Doctor " was an hour trying to get to them, and 

 when at last he reached them he found them 

 coming back by themselves. The " Doctor " was 

 of opinion that they had killed their fox, and Mr 

 Phelips remarked to him, " You had better get off 

 and smell their breath. That will soon tell you." 

 " No, no, Measter," returned the old man with a 

 knowing look, "that will never do. A pretty 

 story would be carried up along into the New 

 Forest next April, that the ' Doctor ' did not 

 know when his hounds had killed their fox without 

 getting off to smell the breaths o' 'em." 



The " Doctor " died at the age of seventy-four, 

 sixty years of which he had passed in the service 



