CONCLUSION. 



Having now endeavoured to trace the daily 

 (or nightly) routine of a fox's life from the hour 

 of his birth till he is fit " to face the music '' of 

 the hounds, I leave his after career for abler 

 pens than mine to describe, and in the words 

 of the late Major Whyte Melville wish my 

 readers- 

 Good speed, a good line, a good lead, 



With the luck of the fence where 'tis low ; 

 Not the last of the troop may you hear the Who-whoop, 

 Well pleased as you heard " Tally-ho.'' 



