My First of September. 



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When Isaac came up after dinner, he said 

 he was glad he had gone to our own ground, 

 as several people who had been in the habit of 

 taking a sly cut in there (not that the owner 

 allowed it, but farmers are generally so busy 

 at that time of year that they cannot pay 

 attention to such minor affairs), knowing I was 

 gone to the common, thought they w^ould be 

 all right. Isaac told me old Savage had been 

 obliged to give up on account of the heat and 

 his rheumatism, and had come home in the 

 middle of the day. I told Isaac to go down 

 and see if he could make an exchange with 

 the old fellow for his setter. He went, but 

 reported that he would not have my dog at 

 any price, his old Sancho (which was a bitch) 

 w^as worth a cart-load of such dogs ; but as he 

 was- afraid he should have to give it up alto- 

 gether, he w^ould sell his dog. But he would 

 not take a penny less than three pounds for 

 her. I dare say he thought it a large price. 

 I very quickly sent Isaac with the money, and 

 he brought the dog back with him, at which I 

 was much pleased, as I knew perfectly well that 

 it would in all probability confirm Mr. Savage 

 in his intention. Sancho (I retained the name) 



