THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 101 



At this juncture, a fellow with his hat 

 hanging by the string, his long lank hair 

 streaming in the wind, coat tails sticking well 

 out, and his horse's head close to his chest, 

 came tearing up the lane. Bang he went 

 against me, rolling me over and over like a 

 football. I thought my back was broken, and 

 sung out with pain and fright most lustily. 



" William," said the Squire, sternly. 

 '* Take the hounds home. ' ' 



Will touched his cap, and the order was 

 obeyed. 



