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in this manner and like a fond mother, having put 

 him into the bosom of his coat, he carried him home 

 to Cottesmore in safety and triumph. The said cub 

 lived for many years in a small kennel chained up 

 in the stable-yard at Cottesmore, and died at a mature 

 old age of a natural death, instead of being eaten 

 up by the hounds, who, though they passed him 

 almost every day, took no kind of notice of him. 



Jack Abbey was for many years second whip to the 

 Cottesmore. In his latter days he kept a public-house 

 in Market Overton, and was, as the saying goes, his 

 own best customer, and was always more or less 

 screwed. He was one of the good Samaritans 

 who picked me up when I got the bad fall, behind the 

 village of Cottesmore, and to his last days he would 

 cry if I talked to him of the event. He was generally 

 crying drunk, and on those occasions, if I named the 

 subject to him, I could not only move him to tears, 

 but he would fairly blubber. 



How PARSON EMPSON TOOK HIS NOSE TO THE 

 DOCTOR. 



Parson Empson, or Dick Empson as he was called, 

 was well known in the Cottesmore country, got a bit 

 of a howler over some rails about four or five miles 



