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His morning cigar usually led him across the now secluded and private park, and along a narrow wagon-track to the gamekeeper's. After looking at the puppies or the coops without a word, the Squire would go back into the wagon-track, and post himself against a gate under an oak-tree.
He often had dogs with him; and, as he began his second cigar, he let these dogs hunt as they listed, driving pheasants one way, chicks another, giving tongue at rabbits, "and jest playing old Harry, hang 'em! " said the keeper, with an accent on " 'em" that made it sound perilously like "him. " Here the Squire enjoyed his cigar in the sunshine, and looked downwards at nothing. He was often here for an hour at a time.