■ EECOLLECTIONS OF GEORGE CARTER. 19 



" What are ye ' heicing ' for there ? " says Mr. Smith. 



"I beg y'r pardon, sir," I says, "but you see Nabob 

 has got the line ; he cant speak to it on the plotigli, but 

 as soon as we get on the grass they will all open. And 

 sure enough, sir, as soon as we got to the park palings, 

 and through, away they went, and we killed our fox 

 after a good hunting run. Oh ! he were a good hound, 

 were Nabob, and I remember him well. Well, sir, 

 you've heard me tell the story about killing a fox at 

 Ham Spray; I remember the day well, for I hunted 

 the hounds that day, and we met at Collingbourne 

 Wood, and found a fox down by Coldred End, or near 

 the saw-pit ; and after knocking him about in the 

 wood, he went away towards Conholt, and just skirted 

 Fosbury, and right on for Combe Wood and Buttermere 

 Gorse. Well, sir, I were in the lower end of the wood, 

 and the hounds were running pretty well, when I heard 

 ' Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! ' Well, sir, I know'd 'twere Mr. 

 Smith, so up I come. You knew them yew trees, sir, 

 atop of Buttermere Wood : well, there sat Mr. Smith, on 

 his horse tally-ho-ing ; so I rode up and touched my 

 cap, and said, 'I beg y'r pardon, sir, have you seen 

 the fox ? ' " 



" Seen the fox ! No, George. I only hallooed to Tcnow 

 where you had got to!' 



" Oh dear, dear ; I were quite ashamed of him. Well, 



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