How a Huntsman Rides his Hunt 



my beauties, till I remove my cap and wave you into 

 covert. All together now ! Lew in ! Lew in ! Lew 

 in! 



That's the way a huntsman likes to see you leave his 

 side : All together and charging covert like a cavalry 

 squadron. There's a fox in that wood as sure as there's 

 a horn in my hand. Try in there, my lads ! T - r - y 

 in there and push him out ! T - R - Y ! 



There's Dairymaid speaking ! Hark to her, my lads. 

 Hark to Dairymaid. There's Resolute, Harmony, 

 Melody. I like to hear you speak so convincingly : and 

 there's Bill's Tally-Ho ! 



Ginger Dick, try and control yourself; because I 

 cannot do it with a plain snaffle. I hate to fill your 

 mouth with ironmongery, but if a plain bit will not 

 restrain you, I'll have to use a curb in future in the 

 woodlands. If you have patience until we are all clear 

 of this wood, you can have all the head-freedom you 

 want on the green fields. I'm blowing the horn to get 

 my hounds together, not urging you to go crazy at its 

 every note. 



Clear at last ! Are all hounds on, Bill ? Except 

 two-and-a-half couple. Splendid. There's Jessica and 

 Dragon leaving covert now, better not wait for the 

 others, Bill, they'll come. And you say it's our old 

 friend the widow's fox again ? That's excellent; and 

 Dairymaid out behind him ! She's a marvellous bitch. 

 I told our over-wrought treasurer when he was collecting 

 the cap-money this morning, that if he didn't hold up 

 the field till hounds were well clear, I'd swear at him in 

 fifteen languages. Be careful, Bill ! This bank is trappy. 



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