96 THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 



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It is most strange, sir, ' ' said the Squire, 

 riding up to the side of the offender, " that 

 you should give yourself the trouble of 

 hallooing, I pay three servants to do that 

 work, and, although I am extremely obliged 

 for your voluntary assistance, I shall feel 

 much more indebted, as will many of the 

 gentlemen present, if, for the rest of the day, 

 you'll hold your tongue." 



I never saw a muffin so browned in the 

 whole course of my life. If he had been 

 8worn at and called a parcel of hard names — 

 which always recoil upon the utterers of them 

 — he might have been made more angry; but 

 nothing could be more effective than the rate 

 from the cutting, gentlemanlike tone and 

 manner which accompanied it. 



In consequence of being scared with this 

 halloo, the fox showed the greatest disinclina- 

 tion to break a second time, and the day being 

 very warm, and the cover strong, we began 

 to feel as if a spider had been spinning cob- 

 webs in our throats. 



" It's choking work this," said I. 



" Yes," replied Trimbush. ** There's no 

 wind here. Let's press him as hard as we 

 can; for he feels it as well as us, recollect." 



