ANOTHER LAST DAY 



'This be more like the thing,' said Mr. 

 Jorrocks, hoisting himself into his saddle with 

 a swag that made old Arterxerxes grunt again; 

 'if there arn't a scent this mornin', there arn't 

 no hallegators ' ; with which wise observation he 

 turned his horse towards the kennel. 



'Turn 'em all out,' said he to Pigg, adding 

 aloud to himself, 'We'll 'ave a good cry at all 

 ewents.' 



The hounds partook of the general hilarity. 

 Out they rushed with joyous cry, and set the 

 horses capering with their frolicking. 



The dry and dusty roads were watered the 

 hedgerows were filled with the green luxuriance 

 of spring, and the golden poplar stood in bright 

 relief among the dark green pines and yews. If 

 a fox-hunter can welcome spring, such a day 

 would earn his adoration. All nature was alive, 

 but hardly yet had man appeared to greet it. 

 Presently the labourers began to appear at their 

 cottages. The undressed children popped about 

 the doors, cocks crew lustily, the lambs gambolled 

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