CHAPTER XVIII 



ODDS AND ENDS 



High-grade nobility The elusiveness of cartridge-bags Rabbits as 

 medicine Shooting accidents Lady shooters What is a 

 ' reared ' pheasant ? Are keepers good shots ? A cat and a 

 rabbit A keeper's feat A very popular fallacy Keepers and 

 poison Artfulness of rabbits Ferrets Mammoth nests Moles 

 and nests Wild honey A reward ' Coom to daddy !' 



THERE was always a difficulty in addressing lordly 

 persons, and I am afraid I never properly mastered 

 the correct compromise between the devotional and 

 barristerial 'my lord/ I called my first marquis 

 'sir,' after giving myself a special course of training 

 in saying ' m' lord.' However, I dare say he 

 appreciated it by way of a change. Another 

 incident of my contact with high-grade nobility 

 was when I met a lord on his own estate and 

 mistook him for his keeper ; he was going about 

 with his breeches unbuttoned below the knee and 

 no gaiters. At a cub-hunting meet I got into 

 conversation with a duke, thinking that he was a 

 farmer. 



It was at a millionaire's partridge-drive that I 

 witnessed a terrible shooting fiasco. It was the 



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