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hearing the name of Tonson again, there I saw the 

 baron, not in gig, drag, or dog-cart, a good upper 

 benjamin on his back, a shawl round his neck, and an 

 Havanna in his mouth ; but there I saw — 



"Angels and ministers of grace defend us !" — 



a common fiacre from the hotel. From this vehicle 

 emerged the baron, with a gun in one hand, and an 

 enormous German pipe in the other. After the baron, 

 out came a stupid big-headed cur-looking pointer, 

 with a thing in lieu of a stern about half the length 

 and twice the size of an ordinary sausage, which he 

 let fall as if he was ashamed of it, or as if it had 

 been given him by nature merely to hide that part 

 of his person that it is indelicate to expose, for which 

 purpose its length just sufficed. What on earth can 

 this mean ? thinks I. Do they shoot as well as hunt 

 their game here ? and do they use such a beast as 

 that following, as finder ? The baron was attired 

 in a kind of half-travelling, half-jockey cap, a grey 

 jerkin and green waistcoat, a pair of old brown 

 pantaloons with a velvet (had been) scarlet stripe 

 down the outer seam, these surmounted by a pair 

 of half-Hessian half-life-guardsman's boots. " Well," 

 thinks I, "you are a rum'un to look at, whatever you 

 may be to go." "Oh! now I have it," says I, "he 

 means to get an hour's shooting before he takes the 

 hounds out." 



'"'■Nous voici!^'' cried the baron, entering the 

 room. "So I see," thinks I, "and two pretty-looking 



d s you are ; " so I suppose the baron thought of 



me, who was dressed in my usual hunting clothes, 

 for after the usual salutations he added — " 3/az5, 

 mon cher, que c'est tout cela ! Et les petites hottest ^^ 



