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about half-past four, when game were on their feed, 

 and at an hour when he did not expect to be taken 

 out, and seeing him sitting by the kitchen-door as I 

 went by to go to my room for my gun, I said, patting 

 his head, " I shall want you, dear old man, in a 

 minute." I then passed to the front of the house, 

 and went up the chief staircase to my room, assumed 

 my gun and game-bag, and, when I came out of my 

 bedroom, there sat Medor, who could only have come 

 in and up to my room the back way, waiting for me 

 in the passage by my door. 



On my return on Tuesday evening, I found the 

 invitation from MM. Lucas and E. Brunier to join 

 them the following morning, in an attack on a litter 

 of wolves, in which, as I before observed, their 

 hounds were to be assisted by the pack of a neigh- 

 bouring gentleman ; when. Coco being quite fit to go, 

 I gladly embraced their considerate offer. 



Having a long way to go to cover, I was on my 

 gallant horse's back before seven in the morning, and, 

 with a mounted groom to show me the shortest cut 

 through the forest, I set off fully equipped for wolf 

 or boar, and inhaling the sweet fresh breath of au- 

 tumnal France, laden with unnumbered sweets, the 

 fields by the river side beginning to be studded with' 

 the pretty pink crocus. The forked-tail kite and the 



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