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field, and instead of carrying a head in one 

 close and compact body, many began to tail 

 and string in the rear. As near as I can guess 

 we had ran ten miles from the find without 

 the check of a moment, when we threw up at 

 a gate leading into a road. We flew over it, 

 and saw an old woman with a red cloak on, 

 screaming most lustily; but whether from 

 fright or joy I could not discover. 



To the left we went, but not making it out, 

 turned short to the right, when Will blowing 

 a " come-to-me," off we swept to the 

 summons. 



" I saw it, sir," I heard the woman 

 shriek; " I saw it, sir, as plain as the nose on 

 your face, jump over the gate and then jump 

 back again. And it's put me all in such a 

 twitter that " 



A twang, twang, from the horn, drowned 

 the conclusion of the old woman's delivery, 

 and, trying back, we were quickly on his line 

 again, and making play at topping speed. 



"I thought," observed Trimbush, " that 

 the old woman had headed him; but it doesn't 

 do for us to try back until we have made our 

 oasts good, right and left. It is quite correct 

 for a huntsman to do so if he learns from any 



