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CRAVEN’S STORY.

Ir is unnecessary to enter into the ordinary de-
tails of my life, after having heard our friend
who invited us here. Consequently my story will
be a short one. I was born and bred in Saver-
nake Forest, in the Craven Hunt, where my father
and mother had been considered to be of some
importance, having often beaten a famous pack
of hounds in that country. To the best of my
recollection, the first pack of hounds by which I
was hunted belonged to Mr. I. Ward: from them
I had many narrow escapes, which I now, having —
since been hunted by other hounds, set down
to their immense size, for although they could

and did hunt me in an extraordinary manner,