A HILL DAY 137 



poured out a generous supply from the decanter. 

 '^ Michty, what a gran' hunt. A aim gled ye catched 

 him," he went on ejaculating, as his questions were 

 answered by degrees. 



Sitting on the bank by a roadside spring of water, 

 when one of the most delicious meals was in progress, 

 the rap rap of horses' feet was heard, and Stewart 

 and the boy jogged up with the missing hounds. 

 Sandy and the rest of the hill-boys had heard the cry 

 approaching them, and by a liberal use of whip-cord 

 and voice had stopped the hounds. So the feast was 

 prolonged, and with the dews falling and the stars 

 coming out we demolished ''the basket" and drained 

 the decanter to the toast of "Andrew Waugh and 

 fox-hunting." 



