THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 15 



" Let him go cub-hunting once, and he will 

 not sulk another hour. ' ' 



** I believe ye," rejoined the feeder. 

 ** There's too good blood in him for that, 

 after he has winded a fox." 



" Well, then," added the huntsman, " to- 

 morrow at daylight we draw Wiverton Grorse ; 

 and if it does not hold a litter, it will be the 

 first time since my servitude — a matter of 

 twenty-five years and more." 



