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the gun which had shot her on her body, with such 

 force that the stock was splintered. Bang ! bang ! 

 everybody tried to get a hit at her, even after she 

 was dead. 



When life was quite extinct we all gathered 

 together, and a whoop of triumph awoke the echoes, 

 startling the lapwings on the moorland. 



As we marched down to the village we tired a 

 volley in token of our success, and cheer after cheer 

 told of the gladness with which it was welcomed by 

 the villagers. The man who fired the lucky shot 

 was carried through the streets of the village on the 

 shoulders of two stout quarrymen, and the whole 

 population gave themselves a holiday and made 

 merry. A large subscription was started, and con- 

 tributed to handsomely, in order to pay for the 

 hounds and other expenses. 



Upon examination the bitch was found to be 

 branded on the left side with the letter " P ; " so if 

 any of my readers have lost such a dog, they will 

 know what has become of it. 



1 do not suppose that a more exciting chase was 

 ever witnessed since the old wolf-hunting days. 



It may seem strange to many, as it did to me, 

 that foxhounds should chase one of their own breed, 

 but the fact remains that they did so. 



