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where expense had to be considered in every detail, because 

 flesh is cheaper than meal, and the more meat you can get the 

 less meal is used ; but flesh is not easy to come by in most 

 countries. Mr. Honey got a good many old horses from the 

 Gypsies, who knew he was always a buyer, and often brought 

 them from considerable distances. He paid a fixed price of 

 seven shillings a horse, which was cheap, the usual price at 

 kennels for old horses in the west country before the war being 

 ten shillings each, or more. 



These harriers hunted three days a fortnight and were 

 always turned out in a neat and workmanlike manner. For 

 several seasons a terrier ran with the pack, which is unusual 

 with harriers, owing to the unquenchable love for rabbits shown 

 by most terriers. The dog had come to the country with Mr. 

 Honey, a great pet and redoubtable badger-drawer — in fact, he 

 was afraid of nothing and had been known to bowl over vulgar 

 sheep-dogs of three times his own size. By this I do not mean 

 that he was a loud and truculent dog seeking trouble every- 

 where ; on the contrary, he was restrained in manner and 

 assumed the" I-don't-want-to-fight,but-by-Jingo-if-I-do " ! atti- 

 tude. When his master restarted the harriers, the dog insisted 

 on going with the hounds. He often found hares by working 

 the hedgerows, and followed the pack when running with a 

 deadly earnestness that generally enabled him to catch up at 

 checks, although he was always hopelessly left when they ran 

 at all hard. Sometimes he would get completely left behind, in 

 spite of all he could do, in which case he would go sadly home by 

 himself, but more often he stuck it out till the end of the day 

 and trotted home beside the huntsman's horse, to the entire 

 satisfaction of both dog and horse, as they were fast friends, the 

 terrier sleeping in its loose box at night. It was friendly with 

 all, including the Honey baby. 



One day he did not return with the pack, nor was there any 

 sign of him at home. He was absent all the next day, but 

 crawled in that night in a pitiable state, being swollen to nearly 

 twice his proper size. It was difficult to say what was the matter 

 with him, and the vet. was called in. The dog recovered, and it 

 was supposed that he had been bitten by an adder, which is 

 quite a common snake in Devonshire and often bites hoimds , 

 especially otter-hounds during the summer months. 



