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rate, ' ' continued he, ' ' you might have a little 

 decent modesty, and not take precedency of 



Trimbush placed a very strong emphasis 

 upon the " us," and Boaster, ashamed and 

 abashed, drooped his stern, and, for the 

 remainder of the day, did not again attempt 

 playing first fiddle. 



We w^ere now taken about two miles, and 

 thrown into a large rambling cover, composed 

 of patches of gorse, bramble, and nutwood. 



" I saw some fresh billets just now, sir," 

 said Ned Adams to the Squire. 



"Where?" 



" Just under that ash, and on the edge of 

 the gap, sir," replied the second whip. 



** Very well," rejoined his master. 



I was close to Dashwood and Trimbush, 

 when both stopped suddenly, and simul- 

 taneously throwing up their heads, both gave 

 long bell-like notes, which rung and echoed 

 far and near. 



" Hark to Trimbush! " cried Will Sykes; 

 '* hark to Dashwood, hark, hark ! " and then, 

 as I and others picked up the grateful scent, 

 and threw our tongues cheerfully, he hallooed, 

 " Hark together, hark! " 



