Echoes of the Hunting Horn 



front, screaming across clean pasture. Young Bill, 

 the whipper-in, stands in his stirrups beyond them, his 

 cap in the air. The Master charges by their side, his 

 horn summoning the tail hounds and brightening the 

 hearts of his followers with a rousing " Gone Away ! " 



A good omen. 



'Twas the first draw of the season. 



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