CHAPTER X. 



** For with a sigh, a blast of all his breath, 



That viewless thing, called life, did from him 

 steal." 



We were trotting leisurely to cover, one 

 morning, when I remarked that Trimbush 

 was more serious and silent than usual. 

 ** What are you thinking about? " said I. 

 *' We've got our work cut out to-day," 

 replied he, " and I was just turning a few 

 matters over in my brain, to untie some of the 

 knots and difficulties which always beset us 

 when we draw Berry brake." 



Is that our first draw ? " said I. 



Yes," returned my companion, *' and a 



sure find. For the last four seasons we have 



challenged the same fox, and, as he lives, I 



need not say that he has, hitherto, beaten us." 



"But how?" I asked. "He must be 



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