How a Huntsman Rides his Hunt 



IT'S just eleven o'clock, Bill. Time to " move off J) 

 and settle our account with the widow's fox. You ride 

 on ahead to the upper end of the wood and keep your 

 eyes open. I'll try and make him leave it on your side; 

 he'll probably do so, from the way the wind's blowing. 

 Don't give him too much law when he breaks; tally 

 him when he's clear of covert. I must get hounds out 

 hard on his tracks as there's a big field riding and I 

 don't want them crowding on top of my hounds. Go 

 ahead, now; and good luck. 



Hounds, gentlemen, please. Thank you very much. 

 Come along lads, off we go. Resolute ! leave it, you 

 old rascal. Come along Galloper, old lazyboots ; looking 

 for a biscuit, I suppose ? Hounds, please, thank you ! 

 Steady, Dairymaid, you frisky little witch. Between 

 you and me, my dappled friends, we have a nice day's 

 work laid out for us. That venerable member of the 

 tribe Reynard, known as the widow's fox, who has 

 hoodwinked us three times this season, is about to enter 

 the fourth round. There are more poultry claims from 

 this locality than all the rest of the country, so ladies 

 and gentlemen of the canine jury, hark to my horn and 

 I'll leave the verdict entirely to yourselves. Steady now, 

 A 6 (01280) 



