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HORSES 



Except for the huntsman's exhortation to *^try 

 for him," all is now silent in the wood. A hound 

 speaks, and in a few seconds the whole pack are 

 in full cry again. Listen and you will hear they 

 have divided, showing that there are several foxes 

 afoot. Now sit still where you are and await 

 further developments. A portion of the pack are 

 working towards you, and it is evident they are 

 not very far from their fox. There is a pattering 

 on the leaves in the brushwood close by, and the 

 next moment a fine cub hurries over the ride. 

 What a glorious sight ! and how your throat 

 itches to give a holloa ! But keep silent, for hounds 

 are on his Hne, and you don't want to get their 

 heads up. See them now come dashing across 

 the ride and disappear in the thicket beyond. 



Your ears must now tell you the direction they 

 are running, and your judgment should inform 

 you which ride you are most likely to see them 

 next. There ! you were just in time to see the 

 white-tipped brush flash over the green into the 

 thick covert beyond. This is near the outside of 

 the wood, and master cub must either face the 

 open or turn back, but being of a bold disposition, 

 he decides to go away. On this occasion his 

 boldness saves him further molestation, for the 

 whip stops the hounds and turns them back into 



covert. 



The rest of the pack are running in a distant 

 part of the wood, and you hurry off to join them. 

 Four cubs and a brace of old foxes have gone 



