ANOTHER LAST DAY 



her sides with her stern. A gentle whimper 

 followed, and Mr. Jorrocks cheered her to the 

 echo. ' The warmint 's astir,' said he ; ' that 's 

 jest where we hit on him last time.' Now 

 Priestess speaks again in fuller and deeper notes, 

 and Ravager and Lavender, and the rest of the 

 pack rush to the spot. How beautifully they 

 flourish eager, and yet none will go an inch 

 without the scent. 



* Yell done, old 'ooman ! speak to him again ! ' 

 exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, delighted to hear the 

 old bitch's tongue; 'a fox for a pund; ten if 

 you like ! ' 







The pack have now got together, and all are 

 busy on the scent. The villain has been astir 

 early, and the drag is rather weak. 



'Dash my vig, he's been here,' says Mr. 

 Jorrocks, eyeing some feathers sticking in a 

 bush; 'there's three-and-sixpence at least for 

 an old fat 'en,' wondering whether he would 

 have to pay for it or not. 



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