CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



a yawn off she jumps, with tremendous spangs, and 

 tail, thickened with fear and anger, perpendicular. 

 Youf youf youf go the terriers head over heels 

 perhaps in their fury and are not long in turning 

 her and bringing her to bay at the hedge-root, all 

 ablaze and abristle. A she-devil incarnate! Hark 

 all at once now strikes up a trio Catalani caterwaul- 

 ing the treble Glowrer taking the bass and Tearer 

 the tenor a cruel concert cut short by a squalling 

 throttler. Away away along the holm and over the 

 knowe and into the wood for lo! the gudewife, 

 brandishing a besom, comes flying demented without 

 her mutch, down to the murder of her tabby her 

 son, a stout stripling, is seen skirting the potato- 

 field to intercept our flight and, most formidable of 

 all foes, the Man of the House himself, in his shirt- 

 sleeves and flail in his hand, bolts from the barn, 

 down the croft, across the burn, and up the brae, to 

 cut us off from the Manse. The hunt's up and 'tis a 

 capital steeple-chase. Disperse disperse! Down the 

 hill, Jack up the hill, Gill dive the dell, Kit 

 thread the wood, Pat a hundred yards'" start is a 

 great matter a stern chase is always a long chase 

 schoolboys are generally in prime wind the old man 

 begins to puff, and blow, and snort, and put his paws 

 to his paunch the son is thrown out by a double of 

 dainty Davy's and the "sair begrutten mither" is 

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