KIDD’S OWN JOURNAL. 
“Bh, diable! c’est ce drole de Fino,” cried 
‘ Epitaud,” whom I had not observed till that 
moment; and the worthy Doctor burst into a 
loud fit of laughing, as he saw his camarade 
sprawling on the ground, with his cap a couple 
of yards distant, and himself minus one of the 
tails of his military jacquet, 
David swore he was “tout criblé,” and called 
for his ‘‘ Nannetta ;”’ and she, thinking I had gone 
home the shortest way, pursued me. But I saw 
the storm brewing, and just went in the opposite 
directicn, turned to the left, and ran up Mont- 
benon through the ‘Rue du grand Chéne,”’ 
intending to escape through the “ petit Chéne.” 
Here I again met “‘ Grobéty”—‘‘Premier Tambour 
Major,” who was also enjoying a little repos, and 
a littl “vin rovuce;’—his functions, pro 
tem., being performed by Jim Crow, a good friend 
of mine, who was also a “tambour Major,” as 
well as first bell-ringer to the English church at 
Ouchy. 
““Well, Fino,” quoth Grobéty, “ quelles nou- 
velles? ” and I very briefly related my misfortunes 
of the day. ‘‘ Ne crains point, mon cher,” said 
Grobety, twisting his black moustachios up and 
down. 
Now I forgot to mention, that the “Rue du 
(héne’’ had been freely watered, to lay the dust, 
and consequently my paws were none of the 
cleanest. Grobety too, who had been enjoying 
himself, forgot all about his snow-white panta- 
loons, which, when we parted, bore most inde- 
lible marks of our cordial fraternisation. On he 
walked to Montbenon. ‘There was a general 
laugh at the illustrious “tambour ;”’ but he was 
quite unaware of the singular appearance he cut, 
until informed of it ; when such a “ potz tausend”’ 
came out, that I actually heard it as I was leap- 
ing over the wall of our campagne at “ Cour.” 
Even the severe Syndic could not but smile ; and 
as for Jean, he suspected all about it. The best 
thing was to take it good-humoredly, and more 
especially as there was no help for it. It would 
not do to quarrel with such men as Jean and 
Grobéty. In the evening Jean made his appear- 
ance, and a famous laugh we all had! Bombyx 
and his family, who had been up to Monthe- 
non, and witnessed all my pranks, returned 
shortly after the review was over, having spoken 
to the worthy ‘ Préfet,” and excused my curious 
conduct. 
All were very amiable now their duty was 
over; but they felt extremely annoyed at having 
been so much interrupted. They knew me very 
well, and were easily reconciled; upon the promise 
‘“ A boire—a boire—a boire, 
Nous quitterons nous sans boire. 
Oh—non, non, non! 
Les braves Vaudois,— 
Les militaires Vaudois ; 
Ne se separent pas 
Sans boire un coup!” 
Do you think, Mr. Editor, if I were to take a 
fancy to sport my black person at Chobham, I 
should escape as well? Do you know of a second 
Jean to defend me in case of need? 
Always yours, most trustily, 
Tottenham, July 15. Frvo. 
[Take our advice, brave Fino, and tarry 
at Tottenham. You would stand a bad 
chance indeed if seen at Chobham. Every 
dog found there, is “ bagged;” and with a 
tin affiche to his tail, he is hunted like a fox. 
He is lucky if he escapes with his life. In 
England we have very few, if any, ‘“ Fréres 
Jeans.’’| 
SAGACITY OF THE DOG. 
‘RUNNING CUNNING.” 
MucH HAS BEEN WRITTEN on the sub- 
ject of the sagacity of animals ; and much 
discussion has taken place as to what re- 
lation exists between the instinct of created 
beings of that class, and the intellect of the 
human species. It is not our intention to 
moot so difficult a question on the present 
occasion, but merely to mention a fact with 
which many of our readers may be unac- 
quainted—which is, that the exertion of the 
very quality on the part of a greyhound 
which would be considered by the philoso- 
pher as a near approach to the reasoning 
power, would be punished by the sportsman 
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as a gross fault. ‘his nature is, in dogs, 
termed “running cunning ;”’ that is, instead 
of following their game ina direct line, taking 
a short cut across to meet them. This faculty, 
so much valued by poachers, and highly 
eulogised by those who make animal instinct 
their study, is considered a crime worthy of 
death, by those very intellectual persons, 
gamekeepers, whippers-in, and country 
squires. 
I was present a short time since, says a 
however, that I would not repeat my amusement. | correspondent, in the’ course of my travels 
Indeed they all laughed most heartily (excepting 
the Syndic). 
Jean, however, could not brook the remarks of 
the Syndic, and the latter, at the next general 
election, resigned—for what cause I know not, and 
Mr. D was his successor. An arbitrary and 
tyrannic magistrate does not always succeed in a 
republic, not even among dogs. All I know is, 
that Jean swore that his term of office should 
terminate as quickly as possible, and so it did. 
We finished our bottle of chambertin, which 
Bombyx had furnished to each of us,—Jean 
singing, and myself responding,— 
(on commercial considerations), in the public 
room of an inn in one of our provincial 
towns, where, as usual in such places, the 
conversation turned—not on _ bullocks, as 
amongst the Hottentots—but on horses and 
dogs. One of the party related that, a few 
days before, he had been present at a dog- 
running, at which one of the animals in ques- 
tion had behaved in a most scandalous way! 
The hare, of which the latter was in pursuit, 
he said, had turned up a dry ditch which ran 
in a circuitous line round the field in which 

