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62 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



riding hard along roads and over nothing but 

 hounds at check. 



" By Osbaldeston's Furrier out of Crafty, 

 sir," replied the huntsman. 



* * By Fuwier out of Quaf ty ! ' ' repeated 

 the interrogator. 



" Yes," rejoined Will; " and I'm much 

 mistaken if he doesn't equal the celebrity of 

 his father." 



* * What do you call him ? ' ' further 

 inquired he of the ghostly countenance. 



Ringwood, sir," returned the huntsman. 



Wingwood, eh? " added the questioner, 

 " That's one of the sort," said Trimbush 

 to me, '* I was mentioning some time ago. 

 He comes out just to show himself and have 

 an excuse for wearing a red coat; but as for 

 taking any interest in either the sport or us, 

 he fears the one and knows nothing of the 

 other. A man, from age, or other causes, may 

 be imable to ride straight and live with us, 

 and yet take as much pleasure in joining the 

 meet, nicking in, and pottering on to the end 

 of a run, as those who are in the first flight 

 from the find to the finish; but I am certain, 

 from what I have seen, that if a man is so 

 naturally timid as to be afraid to ride to 



