ISBN: 9780217560283

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Altro …

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909. Excerpt: ... Our life certainly has been a hard one. But for the long rest during half the year even we, with our tough constitutions, could not have stood it so long. Out for long, long days, my faithful companion and I, ministering to our master''s pleasure in wet and snow, chilled and soaked through and through, our skin knocked off by sharp stones, or torn by those horrid prickly shrubs, we, on return home, the tight lacing being at once undone, were taken off and placed in a nice warm place, our bent and sinking frames supported by wooden trees, and we were fed with fat which soaked into our very nature and gave us new life and made us sleek and fair to look upon. Sometimes, though rarely, the man who took us in charge when we had as usual done our duty, suffering probably from bad temper or neglected education, would almost roast us at the fire, or give us bad and evil-smelling food. Then in revenge for such ill-deserved treatment we would harden our nature and shrink into ourselves, and afterwards give pain to our master, in order that he might visit his anger upon the careless servant. This never failed, and it delighted us to listen to the lecture read, although the language used was none of the best. After a time we would recover our temper and smooth out the wrinkles of our displeasure, and everything would be forgiven and forgotten. The more excuses were made about our condition the richer would become master''s language, and we must say that he was a proficient in the art. When anything went wrong, if he shot badly and some one else killed the birds he had missed, he would stamp his foot and shake our very soles, and perhaps bruise our toes by vigorously kicking some unoffending stone or anything that came in the way. We never could make out why he should v... Henry Melladew, Books, History, Sport and travel papers Books>History, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217560283

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Altro …

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909. Excerpt: ... Our life certainly has been a hard one. But for the long rest during half the year even we, with our tough constitutions, could not have stood it so long. Out for long, long days, my faithful companion and I, ministering to our master''s pleasure in wet and snow, chilled and soaked through and through, our skin knocked off by sharp stones, or torn by those horrid prickly shrubs, we, on return home, the tight lacing being at once undone, were taken off and placed in a nice warm place, our bent and sinking frames supported by wooden trees, and we were fed with fat which soaked into our very nature and gave us new life and made us sleek and fair to look upon. Sometimes, though rarely, the man who took us in charge when we had as usual done our duty, suffering probably from bad temper or neglected education, would almost roast us at the fire, or give us bad and evil-smelling food. Then in revenge for such ill-deserved treatment we would harden our nature and shrink into ourselves, and afterwards give pain to our master, in order that he might visit his anger upon the careless servant. This never failed, and it delighted us to listen to the lecture read, although the language used was none of the best. After a time we would recover our temper and smooth out the wrinkles of our displeasure, and everything would be forgiven and forgotten. The more excuses were made about our condition the richer would become master''s language, and we must say that he was a proficient in the art. When anything went wrong, if he shot badly and some one else killed the birds he had missed, he would stamp his foot and shake our very soles, and perhaps bruise our toes by vigorously kicking some unoffending stone or anything that came in the way. We never could make out why he should v... Henry Melladew, Books, History, Sport and travel papers Books>History <