116 The Hunting Field With Horse and Hound 



to the "Tally ho gone away," with renewed energy out into the 

 open field. They are soon running their fox from scent to 

 view. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" shout the riders, as they race away to the 

 top of their horses' speed. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" One field more! 

 Whatever is left of fox, hounds, horses and riders is now being 

 put to the test, Reynard's brush is not three rods from the 

 leading hound. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" cheer on the riders, who are 

 but a field behind the hounds. Reynard's point is evidently an 

 open earth which he knows about in the edge of the wood 

 he has nearly reached. Go on, good hounds, go on, good horses, 

 but no, it is not to be. In a hollow ahead of the hounds and 

 just out of view, Reynard plaj^s the winning card and is well 

 back on the way to the Seven Gullies, which has saved the 

 brush of hundreds of his tribe and family, and will probably 

 save his own for years to come. Nevertheless, as Williams 

 says, 



''JLong may he live to repeat the good story 

 He told us to-day in this wonderful run. 

 We'll drink to his honour and sing to his glory 

 With all the good fellows who shared in the fun" 



It was a hard day, but it was worth it and more. Horses 

 and hounds and riders were done to a turn, still there is enough 

 left in them to jog, jog, jog, trot, trot, trot, the long ride 

 home, where at last they arrive tired, dirty, hungry and 

 happy, to the hearty dinners that await their coming. For the 

 riders, at least, there are also good friends, dear friends, and 

 possibly sweet friends to welcome them and to encourage them 

 in living the run over again, while the fences grow higher, the 

 ditches wider, the creeks become rivers and the gullies canyons. 



