human
Ben had numerous excellent qualities, but his greatest admirers, and few dogs had so many, were obliged to admit, that he was of a quarrelsome, pugnacious disposition. It unluckily happened that he had taken a great dislike to a large cubbish young retriever belonging to the aforesaid Mr. B----k, who often shot with K----g; and I am sorry to say none of
gpt
Ben's prejudices were removed by the kindly fellowship and good feeling usually engendered by association in field-sports. The day's work generally commenced by
human
Ben's making a rush at his big awkward companion, and overturning him. After this feat, upon which he evidently greatly plumed himself, he would proceed to business. It happened that one of the sportsmen once knocked over a pheasant which fell outside the hedge surrounding the copse they were beating. It proved to be a runner;
gpt
Ben, however, soon got hold of it, and was carrying it to his master in the cover, when up came the other dog wishing to assist.
human
Ben's anger was roused,--he was anxious to punish such intrusive interference--but how to manage it was the question, for if he put down the winged bird it would run into the wood, where there might be much trouble in recovering it. Quick as thought, off ran
gpt
Ben