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very merry about things in general. 

 Bending over, he said in a low voice : 



"Look out for a show presently; he" 

 jerking his thumb towards the Master 

 " knows less about the handling of hounds 

 than my old mare does," and then he 

 gurgled and chuckled to himself till I feared 

 he would roll out of his saddle. 



At length the Master swung his eye 

 round, and having noted that the whips had 

 somewhat collected the pack and restored 

 order, gave the signal, and we moved off 

 down a short lane, then up over a granite 

 boulder-strewn hill, and eventually on to a 

 fine broad expanse of moor with two grand 

 old tors in the distance, looking like giant 

 sentinels keeping watch and ward over the 

 wild expanse of moorland and bog. Shortly 

 after commencing to draw a rabbit jumped 

 up in view, and notwithstanding the efforts 

 of the whips and the " tootling " of the 



