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On one of these occasions, the Master's 

 patience was quite exhausted, and the 

 prospect of a good day's sport totally lost. 

 Returning home not very well pleased, in 

 conversation with the whipper-in, he said : 

 " What do you think of Thunder ?" " Why, 

 I think, Sir, we shall never kill a fox 'till 

 he is hung !" " I am of your opinion," an- 

 swered he ; " and you may have his skin." 

 Will was so anxious to get him out of the 

 way, fearing his master might change his 

 mind, that when he went out to feed his 

 hounds, a few minutes after his return 

 home, " Thunder " was no more ! The 

 next hunting day, when the hounds found, 

 many exclaimed, " it cannot be a fox, it is 

 only riot, — for we do not hear ' Thunder's ' 

 voice!" " Indeed," said the Master; "and 

 what is more wonderful, you never will 

 again." It was soon whispered about, that 

 poor " Thunder " was dead, — so many long 

 faces were scarcely ever seen before. One 



