THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 75 



viewing or being able to hit him off. Trim- 

 bush flung himself here and there in a perfect 

 fury, and would not pay the smallest attention 

 to what I had to say. 



'* Put your nose down and work," said he 

 passionately, ** don't talk to me." 



"But I tell you " 



(( 



Pshaw! " interrupted Trimbush. 

 '' What's your head in the air for? " 



** Because the fox is in the air," replied I. 



" What do you mean? " asked he, seeing 

 that I was serious. 



I then told him that which I had seen, and 

 inquired what I should do. 



" Hold your tongue," returned the artful 

 old rogue; ** it shows a wise head, I've heard. 

 Leave the matter to me. ' * 



In order to monopolize the whole of the 

 credit to himself, Trimbush galloped to the 

 tree and dashed at it, in the attempt to climb 

 the knarled and knotted trunk. 



"What's that hound about? " said the 

 Squire, looking greatly astonished. 



I now saw that Trimbush would get all the 

 praise of discovering our fox's hiding place, 

 and felt greatly vexed with myself that I had 

 not gone at once to the tree and thrown my 



