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of fatigue, a single night's rest will bring you 

 back again to-morrow to the point where you 

 set off from to-day, and the progress into a state 

 of control will be tedious slavery. 



But to return directly to our immediate busi- 

 ness in the confirmation of point. Having, on a 

 former occasion, presumed on taking the reader 

 along with me to the other side of the Tweed, 

 for the sake of exhibiting, where they are most 

 capable of being displayed, the tactics of our 

 art, I shall make no scruple in requesting him 

 to accompany me now into the principality of 

 Wales, in order to witness a manoeuvre, the 

 effects of which, in producing perfect stanchness 

 in the dog, will be equally conspicuous. It is 

 a practice adopted by the poachers of that 

 country (and with which some of their gentle- 

 men are more familiar than they ought to be), 

 who, with the use of the stalkinghorse*, are 

 accustomed to kill woodcocks on the ground. 

 It may be proper, as we go along, to notice 



* The stalkinghorse was perhaps originally made with some 

 resemblance to the animal from which it takes its name, and 

 of whose use the tunneller of partridges well knows how to 

 avail himself, in driving a covey into his nets by moonlight : 

 but the thing now so called in Wales, is nothing more than a 

 small shield, made of stout pasteboard, of no decided form, 

 fantastically daubed with paint on the outside, and with a 

 few tufts perhaps of coloured hair waving near its top. ; 



