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INTRODUCTION.
My dog had made a point on a piece
of lee-ground, and led the curate and me
two or three hundred yards over that and
fome ftubble adjoining, in a breathlefs
flate of expediation, on a burning firfl:
ef September*
It was a falfe point, and our labour
was in vain : yet, to do Rover juftice,
(for he is an excellent dog, though 1 have
loft his pedigree) the fault was none of
his, the birds were gone» for the curate
fhewcd me the fpot where they had lain
balking* at the root of an old hedge.
I flopped and cried Hem! The curate
is fatter than me j he wiped the. fweat
from his brow.
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