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barred. Presently they give tongue that makes 

 music fit to lift your cap, and tells that the scent 

 is new and warm. Away they go, streaming 

 over the knowes. heads up ; that's him, King- 

 wood lad. Hark! together, hark! Tallyhol 

 he's away, and, by Jove, it's "Burnt Tom," the 

 very fox that beat the dogs so often last year. 

 Yonder he goes, with the beauties at his ken- 

 specklt brush, through the deer park, and past 

 Mouncies. They will kill him ; not yet, he's on 

 past Otterstone Lea, 



Away, away, o'er bank and brae, they drive the wily 



game. 

 Where Moudy, Buby, Boyal, still uphold their glorious 



fame. 



He means either Whickhope Linn, or the holes 

 above Emrnethaugh. He takes the "east; they 

 are nearest. Well done, Tom, but are you safe? 

 Wait awhile, here comes Jock o 5 the_Houp, with 

 Venom, and in she goes, and comes out sorely 

 dragglt. She cannot find him, shakes herself ,. 

 and in again. There is a noise in the hole, the 

 terrier has found him. Now, silence, and he'll 

 maybe leap ; there he's out. Euby and^Boyal 

 make a dash at him, but he clears J;hem among 

 the scroggs, and boldly faces the steep^brae, and 

 on to the open bent with all the hounds after 

 him. Isn't yon glorious ! Yonder they go, back 

 past Otterstone Lea and Mouncies again. See 



