THE WANING SEASON 



way, till he got them to Bleberry Gorse. What 

 a change had come over the hounds since last 

 they were there ! Instead of the eager dash in, 

 they trotted up to it, and not above half the 

 hounds could be persuaded to enter. 



* Eleu in, mar cannie hinnies!' holloaed James 

 Pigg, standing erect in his stirrups and waving 

 his cap; but the 'cannie hinnies' didn't seem 

 to care about it, and stood looking him in the 

 face, as much as to say so. ' Hoic in there, 

 Priestess ! Hoic in ! ' continued he, trotting round 

 the cover, and holding them at the weak places, 

 in hopes of striking a scent. ' Ne fox here,' 

 said Pigg to himself, watching the waving of the 

 gorse as the hounds worked leisurely through it. 

 6 Ne great odds, either,' continued he ; ' could 



mak nout on him if there was.' 



...... 



* Where will you go to next, James ?' inquired 

 Mr. Jorrocks, coming up, horn in hand, prepar- 

 ing to call his hounds out of cover. 



' A ! ar dinna ken, ar 's sure,' replied Pigg ; 

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