ioo HOUNDS 



delightful news that a fox is found ; watch 

 him as he flies to the view-halloo, tops the 

 fence, shoots right and left like a sky-rocket, 

 till he has the line, and then bless him as he 

 races away with his head up and stern down. 

 " Yonder he goes," but the pack need never 

 a word. The loud cry sinks to that modified 

 chorus that proclaims that it is real business, 

 and there is Wrangler driving ahead in 

 the first bunch. Over the grass they race, 

 through and over the fence in the fallow, 

 down the furrow Wrangler leads them, 

 throwing now and again a full, confident note. 

 Away they stream, and if in the excitement 

 of the hot pursuit he flashes over the scent 

 for a moment, one swift fling and he has it 

 again. The field is growing thinner as the 

 miles of grass and plough are covered, and 



