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of triumph on the faces of all men, a smile which takes the 

 place of, and has to act as a poor, weak substitute for, the yell 

 of delight which the whole of frail human nature would like to 

 indulge in when the glorious truth is borne in upon it, and 

 it murmurs in ecstatic tones — 



"Thcifve found/// " 



Yes, the Duke of Haughtyshire's hounds had found ; found, 

 as the event proved, as good a fox as lived that side of the 

 country. All present who were bold enough and well mounted 

 enough to ride the line, were ' in for a good thing.' 



" Toot, toot, toot ! " goes Will's horn. " Toot, toot ! " goes 

 His Grace's, and the hounds come tumbling out of covert 

 with a burning eagerness which augurs well for ever3-one 

 concerned, except the fox. 



"Hold hard a minute, hold hard, gentlemen, please," 

 exclaims Will. " Let 'em get their heads down — half a 

 minute, sir !" They quickly stoop to it and feather along — 

 " tow, yow, yow ! " they all speak in chorus, and, then away 

 they go — no stopping to feel the way now, but, to a breast- 

 high scent they race, rollicking away, over a fine piece of 

 old pasture-land, bounded by a strong thorn fence on the 

 far side. 



" That'll hold some of ye ! " mutters Will, as giving an 

 encouraging Job on his horse's ribs, with the big end of his 

 horn, he turns for a moment, in his saddle, to find if Tom 

 Tribe is anywhere near at hand. Then, not seeing him, he 

 thrusts the horn into the breast of his coat, and catching 

 his horse by the head, rams him at the weakest part of the 

 fence in front. 



"Hold up, 'oss !" as he gets over with a slight 'peck' 



