loo HOUNDS 



delightful news that a fox is found ; watch 

 him as he flies to the view-halloo, tops the 

 fence, shoots right and left like a sky-rocket, 

 till he has the line, and then bless him as he 

 races away with his head up and stern down. 

 " Yonder he goes," but the pack need never 

 a word. The loud cry sinks to that modified 

 chorus that proclaims that it is real business, 

 and there is Wrang-ler drivino- ahead in 

 the first bunch. Over the grass they race, 

 throuofh and over the fence in the fallow, 

 down the furrow Wrangler leads them, 

 throwing now and again a full, confident note. 

 Away they stream, and if in the excitement 

 of the hot pursuit he flashes over the scent 

 for a moment, one swift fling and he has it 

 again. The field is growing thinner as the 

 miles of grass and plough are covered, and 



