68 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



every hackle on my body stiffen with delight. 

 Up went my head, and forth I sent some 

 music that came from my very heart. 



" See that puppy," said the Squire. 

 " How he loves it." 



" Have at him, Ringwood," hallooed the 

 huntsman, rising in his stirrups. '* Have at 

 him, good hound! " and then, turning to the 

 Squire, I heard him remark, " He's a perfect 

 wonder, sir." 



" Yes," was the reply, ** he's the most 

 promising I have ever seen." 



We now got to our fox in a body, and 

 crashed him through the cover. Full swing 

 we flew, and, as we swept out of the furze, I 

 was astonished to lose the scent which we had 

 carried so strong up to the corner of the brake, 

 and flung myself here and there to pick it up 

 again. Most of us were sorely puzzled for a 

 few seconds, when Trimbush, after stooping 

 his nose to the ground for some distance, down 

 wind and up, along the verge of the cover, 

 said to, me, " The artful dodger's slipped 

 back, and shot into the brake again." 



' * Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! Gone away, ' ' 

 hallooed a voice from the farthest end of the 

 cover. 



