i66 HOUND AND HORN 



what a power of good it does one to hear the full 

 cry of a pack of fox-hounds running hard in chase 

 of a sinking fox that they have fairly and squarely 

 hunted and run down ; and I declare I easily recog- 

 nised old Regent's and Pirate's deep notes, with 

 Woodman and Pilgrim chiming in, when the leaders 

 had for a moment overrun it, and Vanity and Bees- 

 wing squeaking in the rear. 'Pon my word, it beats 

 cathedral bells." 



'' Yes ; doesn't it ? " echoed Mrs. Bill. 



" Did it beat the Wedding March as you led her 

 out of church the other day, Billy, eh, by gum?" 

 said Tom Telfer ; to which the two had no reply other 

 than to smile rapturously in each other's faces. 



Then, as hounds moved off for the last draw of 

 the season, I said, ** Are you coming on, Billy ? " 



" No, sir, certainly not," spoke out Mrs. Kerr, with 

 decision. " He has done quite enough for a first day 

 out. You are coming home with me, goodman." 



*^A11 right, pet; but let's just go to the top of 

 Windburgh hill to watch them drawing the Hass. 

 I like looking on from a hilltop." 



** Yes ; it seems nearer heaven always, does it 

 not ? " 



" I'm quite near when I'm here beside yourself, old 

 girl ; but all the same, we'll go and watch them from 

 the hilltop." 



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