88 Hunting in the Golden Days. 



their life to the tending and watching over of one they 

 have rescued from a great danger. 



The talk of the brother and sister is not continued as 

 Sir John and Lady Jarvis make their appearance, and 

 the conversation becomes general. Eric has decided to 

 hunt his beagles this morning, and asks Mr. Goodbery 

 if he will make one of the party and lend him a hand 

 at whipping-in, to which our friend, good sportsman 

 that he is, readily assents, warning him beforehand that 

 he must be good enough to overlook any shortcomings 

 as to pace. 



As soon as breakfast is finished the pack are un- 

 kennelled and flood out through the doors into the 

 meadow beyond. They spread about and give tongue in a 

 way which shows that they know well by their master's 

 attire that it is a hunting day. 



Two or three turnip fields are drawn before the 

 hounds manage to find. Presently, however, a hare 

 is put up and the little pack race away in full view 

 of puss, who quickly outstrips them. Eric calls upon 

 Mr. Goodbery to put it on and keep well up as he 

 wants a trusty henchman to whom he can turn the 

 hounds occasionally. 



Our good old friend has traversed two or three fields 

 when his weight and age begin to tell their tale. He 

 is, however, game to the backbone and sticks manfully 

 to his task, although the huntsman is soon a field and 

 a-half in advance of his whip. At this point the hounds 

 again swing round to the right, almost returning into 

 the field across which Mr. Goodbery is struggling. 

 This gives him another chance of getting his wind and 

 for a few more fields he is with the pack, until the pace 

 becomes too severe, when he again tails off and leaves 

 the huntsman in sole charge. 



