How a Huntsman Rides his Hunt 



is brilliant. Bill's courage is at the ebb when he sights 

 the circling magpies. Superstitions may have collected 

 around magpies, but magpies collect around a running 

 fox. Come on, Bill, get hounds going. For'ard ! 

 For'ard Away ! Bill's " Get away on to him ! " rings 

 out behind. At the third field hounds hit the fox's line 

 and crash into a frenzy of music. 



At the third field I hit a ladder in a gap and crashed 

 into a granite-like laneway. When I collected my horn, 

 whip, horse and senses, Bill's victorious " Whoo- 

 Whoop ! " rang out. One would think he was trying 

 to inform a far-away widow that retribution was com- 

 plete. 



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