68 THE SPORTING WORLD. 



" Stephens, you at least, had something else 

 to do," quietly remarked the squire, ** but, you 

 know, I am an old fashioned fellow, and have 

 the antediluvian idea that when we go hunting 

 the hounds have some little claim on our atten- 

 tion. Yoi ! Joker and Jovial!" cried the squire, 

 seeing both feathering about an extremely likely 

 place for a hare to be, or to have very recently 

 been there. Jovial gave one of his deep bass assu- 

 rances of a find, and Joker, putting in his treble, 

 corroborated the fact. '^Hark, Jovial and Joker!" 

 cried the squire. "Goo, hark together ! hoik ! " 

 responded the huntsman. A crack from the 

 whips. Whip and "Loo on, hounds," sent the 

 stragglers up to the leading hounds. 



"Pray let them settle to the scent," cries the 

 squire to the gentleman he had been talking to, 

 observing him gathering up his reins, the preliide 

 to a start, as if, from Bookby Holt he ex- 

 pected a crowd of horsemen at his heels, and 

 the first desideratum was a good start ; " pray 



