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INTRODUCTION.
My dog had made a point on a piece
of fallow-ground, and led the curate and
me two or three hundred yards over that
and fome ftufable adjoining, in a breath-
lefs ftate of expectation, on a burning firft
of September.
It was a falfe point, and our labour was
vain: yet, tg do Rover juftice, (for he’s
an excellent dog, though I have loft his
pedigree) the fault was none of his, the
birds were gone; the curate fhewed me
the fpot where they had lain bafking, at
the root of an old hedge.
I flopped and cried Hem ! The curate
is fatter than I $ he wiped the fweat from
his brow.
There is no ftate where one is apter to
paufe and look round one, than after fuch
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