yo How I Became a Sportsman. 



not to sleep. Such a restless night as I had 

 has often been described, and such sleep as 

 I got was disturbed by visions of monster 

 coveys, impossible hares, and guns that I 

 could not get up to my shoulder. 



I rose, I was going to say, with the lark, but 

 long ere that early songster had risen from his 

 simple couch on the bare earth I was up and 

 waiting for Ben and Isaac. As it began to 

 get light, they came, almost together, Isaac 

 bringing his white terrier. She was a handsome 

 little wiry-haired bitch, full of mischief; but 

 for a terrier, as well broken as ever I saw one. 

 She would work to the slightest sound of a 

 whistle, or the sign of her master's hand. I 

 believ^e she was one of the celebrated Jack 

 Russell's breed, as Isaac had brought her up 

 from Devonshire when she was a very small 

 pup when on a visit to a friend who lived near 

 the reverend sportsman ; at all events, she was 

 a good one, and worth a whole lane full of 

 the so-called fox-terriers so common at the 

 present day. Handsome enough they are many 

 of them, but — well, if their owners are satisfied 

 so am I. Venom was so useful that I bought 

 her of Isaac the next day, and kept her till 



