The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1869-11-23 00:00:00

HOW I IWNTED THE lIARE.

After all, say what you like, there nothing like Sport. I
take in &WI Life regularly now, and you can't imagine what
• pitch of enthuaium I work tnylelf up to over Ka detail.. I
think if I could be • hml, and shoot pigeons out of a trap, I
should forl I have not lived In vain.
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I told you some weeks esN how I shot rabbits out of my
bedroom widdiow, and that I th o Lig h 3.4 UN 1.4 iron I
had everhut; but that sinks into no.litnaloanoo - mere child's
play—ciindared with my later experieni• In those excite-
ments of the field that make us Britons the bold, hardy mu
we are.
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is bow it tame about I was taking a quiet Wroll the
other morning along a narrow and aomeehat dirty lane, wheat
heard • shouting, and ayelping, and a !Whiting in • field elow
by ; and lookile, user the hedge I saw • eue down and • half
small deg. tearing along like mad, followed by &trout half the
ntimbet of men and lads. 1 sto.l up, not knowing what might
hamwn, end presently the dogs came to • halt dem by me, and
tllO until tint
" OU ace her I" Kokos looting, excited youth,
with a .14 slung to the small .1 his back.
" I has oust met anyone," I anover, blandly; "its rather a
muddy day for • lady to lib mit."
Ile sorm at me, then .lionts at the dog..
" Now, what do you ca/1 those doge r I oak, with the air of
a man tiuttita a poser.
" lap be, shortly.
" This, they's u left their cocked hide at home," I reply,
mooing one of tay witty 0110510,,,.
•• Reetles," he my., orter thin before.
•' They're very fine ones," I answer, rather cleverly. "There
are feill. his my kitchen a•quarter if their idue."
"Omaha," he shout,: "did you never NW a INICIL of beagles
beton, r
I tell him of centres I have, and that it'a only my fu.; and
just then a olog harks, and then another, till they're all yelping,
and then di they to. again.
Come on," .70the youth with the whip. "You can run,
I suppose T•
Run I I should rether think I mull. I run no fast—it's
down hill—that I nearly catch the dugs. It's the bed fun
g dug ; I never enjoyed ant thing more in all coy life.
Toicks! Ilkewlue tally-ho; rho hark forward Wilkey I This
ei„rions I
ctranae how one's breath fella one after running UT., a
ploughed field. l• minder why I pant so / Thank goodness
thew.. wit bed,. can meip • bit and reel No, not • bit
oy it ; they re jumping mer it! That batman!.
c„na eiong,"tay. the gentleman with. whip.
I ask if we shan't he trespasalng, because it beet fair to the
formers ; but he ,oily laughs.
I know what I'll do. I'll wait till they've all jumped over,
and then find a place where I tan ecnunbie thr nigh.
I walt—l wrantble- but I can't lay I get through. To tell
the troth. I diolt hall way. I'M wretched all over ; I'm
„.,,,eented, my clothee are tom •no Is my fleeli. Oh, dear, I
.7=m, I never get out but remain in the middle of the hedge,
iyor; the spring time they &Delver my bleaches' skeleton.
Horror I New! "(hi. struggle more and Ino free," ea the
poet remark,
corne out with a flop at last, and tumble into a ditch.
I wonder where the dugs are, and U the men have caught them
yet:
I lie In the ditch wine moments to recover myself, and just
ee ctet ion I bear the harking and the yelt,i,a 4r.jn,and
rthfiroir running hack toward, me. I watch my oppor-
tunity, and as won a• they iorne up I race no behind them, and
shout like evarylsslY elot. Them la true co:an/wma in beetle-
hunting. I'd Ito notion *tut tun it Wab before.
, I'm first, and close behind the last dog. I teoto„_ what
I ought to do? Seise bby im the tall mu m 7. iro;
got ver I"
let the men with the whip go in front. Ile seems to know
all wbout
suddenly we come to • stop, dogs and all—l don't know why I
and the dor make an awful uproar, and the 1111 SI with the
...Aber man with another whip, p1i,„,,, list., the
micline .4 them, and one, after an awful struggle, hot& up a
here and shouts till the welkin—whatever that mat be—rings
Wait
Then eserybody pants end congratulates everybraly else, Lai
say. • hat • fine run wove had ; and the gentleman with the
whip ,4ern too Ms Bask, and somebody else does the ia mu
and then notnebod) dn. 1 don't, like to refu.e, but it woul