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The Masier of the Hounds. 



him look so cheerful before. The muscles of his generally 

 severe countenance relaxed from their accustomed hard- 

 ness into a gratified smile ; in fact, if one might say so 

 without offence, his lordship for once in his life looked as 

 '' pleased as Punch." 



And now the noble Master consults his watch. Time's 

 up — 'tis the half-hour exactly. The hounds move on ; horses 

 begin to squeal and kick ; nervous riders begin to look 

 blue. Away we all go to Raddleton Wood — a sure find. 

 A wave of the huntsman's hand, and in go the hounds, 

 and whilst they are busy drawing for the ^' little Red 

 Rover " we will mingle with the crowd in the big ride 

 and endeavour to pick out a fresh Flower for our next 

 sketch. 



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