A QUIET BYE 



bringing his horse alongside of his huntsman's.' 

 * I 'd like well to kill a fox to-day ; I 'd praise you 

 werry much if we did.' 



' Aye, aye' said Pigg. ' Hoic in, Lousey ! Solid 

 puddin' 's better nor empty praise. Have at him 

 there, Statesman, old boy, ye look like a finder. 

 Deil bon me, but ar thought ar winded him at the 

 crossin' there,' added Pigg, pulling his horse short 

 back to a cross ride he had just passed. * Hoic in 

 there, Priestess, ould gal,' said he, to an old black 

 and white bitch, feathering round some gorse 

 among the underwood; waving his hand as he 

 spoke. 'That's gospel, ar warrant ye,' continued 

 he, watching her movements. 



' What will 't tak for t' ard nag ? ' inquired Pigg, 

 of a besom-maker, who now came down the ride 

 with a wretched white Rosinante, laden with 

 stolen brushwood. * Have at him, there, Chal- 

 lenger ! ' speaking to a hound. 



' Twenty shillin',' replied the man. 



' Gie ye eight ! ' was the answer. ' Yooi, push 

 him up ! ' to the hound. 



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