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Captain and
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Suwarrow bore this for some time with greater _apparent_ patience than the gentlemen. On one occasion, however, when the inferiority of the ground they were compelled to take was more than usually obvious,
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Captain's blood was fairly roused,--he could stand it no longer. Leaving his companion, he crossed at full speed to the other side of the valley,--not, as might possibly be surmised, to wreak his vengeance upon the old pointer,--but, strange to say, to hunt at his best pace the good ground in front of his rival, and _raise_, not _point_, every grouse he could find. When he conceived he had done enough mischief, or perhaps thought he had driven a fair proportion of birds to Lord M----f's side of the valley, he quietly returned to his usual duties--duties which, be it remarked, he always performed most steadily. As an evidence--on the evening of that very day, instead of _pointing_, as was his wont, he _dropped_, on unexpectedly getting into the midst of a pack, and did not stir an inch until all the birds had successively risen. You will surely think _his_ right to be considered a first-rate tactician is fully proved:--when you read 530, you will perhaps allow that
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