_Old Keeper_ (_sotto voce_). "It's all right, squire. Her bag is full of nothing but _blank_ 'uns!"]
[Illustration: "GUNNING WITH A SMELL DOG"
(_B. Jonathan, Esq., having missed a hare, the dog drops to the shot_)
_B. J._ (_scornfully_). "Call that a good dawg? I reckon he ain't worth candy! When the beast's sitting, he stands and looks at him; and when he runs away, he lies down and looks at me!"]
[Illustration: _Keeper._ "Would you gentlemen kindly tell me which of you two is a lord, _as I've been told to give him the best place_."]
_Gentleman._ "That looks a well-bred dog."
_Owner._ "I should think he was well-bred. Why, he won't have a bit er dinner till he's got his collar on!"
"Now at the birds, me boy, let dhrive!" Says Mike, exhorting Dan. "That's how we'll keep the game alive, By killing all we can!"
[Illustration: DAMAGED GOODS.--_Sportsman_ (_invited to help shoot some bucks in Mr. Meanman's park, and has just knocked one over_). "By Jove! what a lovely head! You must let me have that for mounting."
_Mr. Meanman_ (_frightfully indignant_). "What! cut his head off! Why, man, it would ruin the sale of the carcase!"]
_Lady_ (_with gun_). "Am I holding the thing right?"]
[Illustration: _Sportsman_ (_to Snobson, who hasn't brought down a single bird all day_). "Do you know Lord Peckham?"
_Snobson._ "Oh dear, yes; I've often shot at his house."
[Illustration: Renting a well-stocked moor]
A ZOOLOGICAL CONUNDRUM.--_Intending Tenant_ (_to_ Lord Battusnatch's _Head Keeper_). And how about the birds? Are they plentiful, Gaskins?
_Gaskins._ Well, sir, if the foxes of our two neighbours was able to lay pheasants' eggs, I should say there'd be no better shooting south o' the Trent.
SAD FATALITY TO ONE OF A SHOOTING PARTY ON THE MOORS.--On returning home, after a most successful day's sport, just as he entered the garden he was taken from life by a snap-shot.
[Illustration: A BLANK DAY.--_First Friend._ "The birds are terribly wild to-day."
_Second Friend._ "Not half so wild as our host will be, if it keeps on like this."]
AT A DOG-SHOW.--_First Fancier._ That's a well-bred terrier of yours, Bill.
_Second Fancier._ And so he ought to be. Didn't the Princess of Wales own his great grand-aunt!