154? THE HUNTING-FIELD. 



lower end of tlie cover. A hound near us leaps 

 out of the cover and canters up its side, probably 

 finding it a pleasanter path to the Huntsman than 

 through a close cover. 



Up comes the Second Whip at the rate of twenty 

 miles an hour, his whip-thong ready for use. The 

 hound caught sight of him, and prepared to spring 

 into the cover. " Ravager, Eavager," rated the 

 Whip, but the first word was enough, and Ravager 

 was safe over just as the Whip got to the spot 

 he leaped from. A whimper is now heard 

 from a well-known sure-finding hound. " Yo- 

 oul-yo!^^ then sounded old Hannibal, throwing 

 his tongue something like the deep-toll of St. 

 Paul's. 



" Have at him, there ! '^ cries the Huntsman. 

 " Hark, Hannibal, hark ^^ 



" Hoik together ! hoik together, hoik ! " cries 

 the* First Whip, cantering up the side of the cover. 



" Hark cry, hark cry, hoik ! '^ says the Second, 

 with a slight crack of his whip to a few hounds 

 that did not fly to the halloo as quickly as he 

 wished. " Cum up,^^ says he to his horse, 

 giving him a haul up and the double thong behind 

 the girths. Crash goes the hedge, and in goes 

 the Whip at bottom of the cover. 



'' Whoo, whoo ! ^^ shouts the Huntsman, who 

 has just got a view of pug. 



" Hark, hollar ! hark, hollar, hoik ! '' cry both 



