He is the best master of harriers this day in England, 

 but don't take delight in fox-hunting. Then, again, sir, 

 you are wrong about thinking I could hunt fox as well 

 as I do hare. When you turns fox-hunter, which no 

 doubt you will do when you gets to the University, 

 you'll see there is a great difference in the systems pursued 

 with foxhounds and harriers ; and that which is good 

 in one, is bad in another, although not to the extent that 

 some people thinks. I happened to overhear one of our 

 gentlemen telling how Dick Knight lost his fox the other 

 day with the Py tchley hounds ' at least,' said he, ' so 

 thought Mr. Alcock.' ' Mr. Alcock,' said one of them, 

 ' what does that old thistle-whipper know about hunting '? ' 

 Now that is going too far ; for, in my opinion, an old 

 thistle-whipper must know a great deal more of hunting 

 than a young fox-hunter is likely to do. But, Master 

 Francis, can you give me any account of the last run you 

 saw, in which there was a good deal to notice ? " 



Frank. " Why, you know, Dick, I was behind a bit at 

 starting, because I could not go fast enough the first ten 

 minutes ; but I said to myself, I shouldn't wonder if they 

 come to a check at that large flock of sheep on the turnips, 

 which they did, and I then got up to you. But I think 

 I should have been with you all the way had it not been 

 for that nasty oak stile, which my father would not let 

 me ride at, and took me out of the line to a gate. I am 

 certain Rodney would have cleared it, for I rode him 

 over a higher than that, one day, after you, on Carpenter, 

 when papa was not out but I was deuced nearly off, 

 Dick." 



Dick. " Don't ride at timber, Master Francis you are 

 too young for that yet ; and, if you get a squeezer at it, 

 it may daunt you. I have had some terrible falls over 

 timber, and was twice picked up for dead." 



Frank. " But about the run ! I saw how you hit off 

 your hare, when the hounds were checked by the sheep. 

 You stood stock-still whilst the hounds made their cast ; 

 but finding that neither Bellman, Bounty, nor Tyrant 

 gave tongue, and that some of the others had their noses 

 off the ground, you gave a blast with your horn, made 

 something like a circle in a trot, when old Bounty hit off 

 the scent, and we went on." 



Dick. " It was Bellman, Master Francis ; but the 

 brother and sister are so alike, that I scarcely know one 



