ANOTHER LAST DAY 



is planted on a hill, heads him, and he is beat 

 off his line. 



The hounds gain upon him, and there is 

 nothing left but a bold venture up the middle, 

 so, taking the bed of the brook, he endeavours 

 to baffle his followers by the water. Now they 

 splash after him, the echoing banks and yew- 

 studded cliffs resounding to their cry. The dell 

 narrows towards the west, and Mr. Jorrocks rides 

 forward to view him away. A countryman yoking 

 his plough is before him, and with hat high in 

 air, 'TALLIHO'S' till he's hoarse. Pigg's horn on 

 one side, and Jorrocks's on the other, get the 

 hounds out in a crack; the countryman mounts 

 one of his carters, the other runs away with the 

 plough, and the three sportsmen are as near 

 mad as anything can possibly be. It's ding, 

 dong, hey away pop with them all ! 



The fallows carry a little, but there's a rare 



scent, and for two miles of ill-enclosed land 



Reynard is scarcely a field before the hounds. 



Now Pigg views him ! Now Jorrocks ! Now 



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