all who rented his lands to shoot over them ; and when 
the present Lord came into possession, I became one of 
his Lordship’s deputy gamekeepers, and assisted to harry 
out eagle's nests, trap badgers, foxes, and wild cats; also 
to “ break” dogs, and exercise them ten days or a fort¬ 
night before the 12th of August, the first day of grouse¬ 
shooting. I have eaten salt with his Lordship for six or 
seven “seasons;” studied under his man-cook, Luke 
Lucas, a regular Yorkshireman; and was taught to 
wash, starch, and iron, shooting neckerchiefs and jackets, 
by his Swiss valet, Calo. All of us had the best master 
in the world, who was then the best shot of the day. He 
has never forgotten one of his greatest admirers; and 
although red-deer, dogs, and horses, are not the best 
gardeners, his Lordship declares, to this very day, that 
he has reared one of tho best gardeners in England. 
Speaking of horses, reminds me that I was once a 
Nimrod; that I learned horsemanship by first practising 
