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Into the screen with us, then ! Line the ride, and 

 stop these hounds. Good luck to us, we succeed ; they 

 hear the horn, too ; and leaving the trees by our gate, 

 catch sight of their friends outside, and soon join them. 

 So we have another brave scamper over the grass ; 

 but the little ones are shaking their reins vigorously 

 now, and I see some tiny whips at work and heels 

 giving fierce digs in the region of the girths. 



See ! the foot-people have headed our fox from the 

 covert, and he is turning away for the house. So we 

 can cut off a bit. Yonder he goes into the shrubberies 

 on the hill. Easy now, lads and lassies, up the hill. 

 What is this ? The park wall, and hounds striving 

 and swarming to get over ! Why, he's really away 

 at last ! Make for the gate hard by. Out now upon 

 the road, and gallop down ; and here are the hounds, 

 all in a struggling mass on the road. Who-whoop ! 

 They have him. He crossed the wall, but his heart 

 failed him then, and they pulled him down when 

 trying to get back. Who-whoop ! who-whoop ! — a fine 

 strong young fox. 



Here is the brush for the girl with the golden locks, 

 the mask for her of the raven curls, and a pad for 

 each of the four brave boys who rode like men in 

 front of the girls. 



And now the Master looks at his watch ; then looks 

 towards me. Do I see the shadow of a wink trembling 

 in the corner of his dark-blue eye? I think I do, 

 and I think I know what it means. "No more of 

 this demesne work for me to-day, my boy. Let's be 

 off for a real merry-go-rounder." Goodbye dear, 

 delightful juveniles, and tell them at home what a 



