o2 FOX-HOUND, FOREST, AND PRAIRIE. 



Lazars the fences big and blind, and the plough as deep as 

 high farming and recent rains can make it. The local Marquis 

 of Carabas has added a second ditch to many fences that were 

 already quite wide enough for our requirements and the said 

 new purchases are soon galloping about riderless in all directions. 



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Thus for five minutes ; and in ten more back to Gartree Hill, 

 where the throng on the hillside is shouting heartily, and the 

 " scarlet runner" hurrying down to meet the huntsman. " Was- 

 his head towards the covert when you saw him, Pat ? " " Well, 

 not aperiently, Misther Firr," replied our well known Chief of 

 the Intelligence Department, scratching his own round nob 

 thoughtfully and with this lucid information the huntsman 

 had to be content. In covert however, the latter got on to his 

 fox, or another ; and soon pushed him out for little Dalby. All 

 who have hunted here weighing over ten stone know pretty 

 well the sprightliness of cantering a fat horse up this picturesque 

 slope ; so I need not descant upon that. 



But it was a trifle light as air compared with the ascent of 



