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while beyond loom the rugged rocks of 

 Huntcliffe Nab. As an admirer of the 

 study, I can look long at this wonderful 

 example of catching and fixing for ever the 

 prettiness of a scene of a summer's morning ; 

 but as a sportsman I begin to get impatient 

 with the sun, and to wish that the hounds 

 will be done splashing and " come on out of 

 that " ; that the master would change his 

 straw hat (which certainly is better in the 

 picture than a splash of black velvet) for his 

 cap, and let us get up from the beach and 

 go and find a fox. 



As August draws to a close, we know 

 that, now the reapers are silent and the 

 stubbles are bare, we shall soon be once 

 more astride of our equine companions in 

 the chase, that we shall see the covert 



