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"That's right, Sam; and don't forget to do 

 the same by the tail-hounds. Good boy ; you 

 may go now." 



Thus schooled, theoretically as well as practi- 

 cally, Sam, blessed with some genius and strong 

 common sense, became in the course of a few 

 years as useful and clever a whip as ever 

 followed a hound ; so that, with his help and 

 the use of his own significant horn, Russell, 

 not caring a button for show, but only for 

 the sport, could well afford to dispense with 

 the needless encumbrance of a more costly 

 staff. 



Some years afterwards John Beale, huntsman 

 to Sir Walter Carew, and subsequently to the 

 Tiverton Hounds, did wonders single-handed 

 with the latter pack. He had the rare knack, 

 when a fox was up, of getting to their head and 

 keeping his horn going merrilv alongside the 

 leading hounds, a signal so well understood by 

 the rest of the pack, that he rarely left a hound 

 behind him in breaking away from the deepest 

 covers. Manv condemned him as being a tinker 

 in his trade, making more noise than was either 

 necessary or agreeable ; nevertheless, the system 

 worked admirably — that lively blast and sharp 

 wild cheer of his gathered up the deep-drawing 

 hounds as no whip in the world could have 

 done it, and brought them, out and together, 

 on the very back of their fox ; for nobody 



