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CHAP. XIII. 



" How, how, boys how ! fill high the cup, 

 The Boar on the board before us. 

 We'll drink the best — fill up, fill up, — 

 Not a sad thought now comes o'er us ! 

 The wine of France in bowl shall dance, 

 While we sing in lusty chorus ! " 



Berkeley. 



O^ reaching the little inn in the village, as described 

 in the last chapter, the body of the magnificent 

 sanglier was flung on the table, and the old keeper 

 set to work to disembowel him, and take out the fry 

 for immediate consumption by the blouses — to which 

 savoury viands M. d'Anchald added bread and a 

 sufficient quantity of wine. Again it fell to my lot 

 to witness this most unworkmanlike way of taking 

 the inside out of a carcase, so unlike the neat and 

 cleanly method adopted by us in regard to deer of 

 each sort. Had I the management of a pack of 

 hounds used for boar, at the croup of one of my 

 servant's horses there should be carried a short stout 



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