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but he broug'ht forth the most extraordinary notes I ever heard pro- 

 duced by that instrument, which were very well understood by bis 

 hounds. In fact, T took it for a scream, and observed to Mr Surtees 

 *' what an extraordinary pipe Mr. Boag has !" " It is his horn,'' said 

 Mr, Ridley, who stood just before us in the ride. " His fox is awayT 



Of the '' turn out" of the Northumberland hounds, I have not much to 

 say, but the servants' well cleaned leathers and boots, particularly at this 

 early period of the season, when little worse for wear, gave it a neat 

 appearance ; but I cannot say so much for the nags. As for the mare 

 Boag rode, unless she be one of those prodigies which we do now and then 

 meet with in the field, lapped in a coal black skin, with a bushy mane 

 and a thick tail, I should have expected her to have cried out for her 

 " black-mamma," if the pace had been good ; for she looked to have 

 mistaken her calling. Respecting the man upon her back, there could 

 be no mistake about him, for he has quite the look and character of a 

 sportsman, and bears a striking resemblance to another sportsman, and a 

 brother huntsman — the celebrated Mr. Osbaldeston. In fact, in size, 

 form, seat on his horse, cut of his coat, sit of his cap, and even in pro- 

 file, he is almost a fac-simile of him, although, in years, he has the 

 advantage of " the Squire" 



I think it is Horace who says, that life is nothing without love and 

 jokes, and I have ever been of his opinion. " There will be a very good 

 fellow out to-morrow," said M\\ Surtees, Jun. to me, over night ; " Mr. 

 Marley, our great Newcastle tailor ; I will introduce you to him as a Lon- 

 don gentleman who has never been out with hounds before, and he will 

 teach you a thing or two about hunting." — '* Well," I replied, " as I have 

 only a hack to ride, and shall be unknown to any one else, — although 



