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smaller confreres till there was a fortunate 

 check, then the "little 'uns" crept up singly 

 and in couples, and it was one of the smallest, 

 if not the smallest, that eventually hit off the 

 line. It was lucky that the Master had not 

 the remotest idea of either lifting the pack or 

 making a cast, for had he attempted to do so, 

 all would have ended in chaos and confusion 

 there and then. 



After puss was lost, then " the fun of the 

 fair " commenced. The pack broke up in 

 sections ; some wandered hither, some thither 

 they were all over the moor. One whip 

 was after two couple of hounds in one 

 direction, the other was at another point of 

 the compass, trying to turn another couple 

 or so who were evidently heading for mutton, 

 there being many sheep grazing in sight. 

 Our elongated Master, with a purple-hued 

 visage, was a sight for the gods, alternately 

 blowing his horn and rating hounds, who 



