102 A MONTH IN THE FORESTS OF FRANCE. 



hounds as I had taught him, drafting them m one by 

 one, when he threatened to knock the old man down 

 if he attempted to adopt so useless a ceremony — a 

 ceremony never heard of m France; and on this 

 reaching the ears at head-quarters, the fool was forth- 

 with chasseed — and a very good job too. 



We got home to a late dinner, after this very hard 

 work ; and during the night all the hounds came to 

 kennel. The following day, there being no hunting, 

 was one of comparative rest ; and resolving to dedi- 

 cate some hours to the river and to the good-looking 

 perch-holes I had seen, I stretched myself to tho- 

 roughly-needed repose, and fell asleep, averring to 

 myself that MM. Jules and Maurice d'Anchald were 

 about two of the stoutest pedestrians I had ever 

 seen. 



