THE OLD PACK 3^ 



"Yes ; that hill pasture never was any good, 

 so I planted It up with larch In '9 — . Rare 



covert It Is now ; Johnny B killed three 



woodcocks there on one day last season." 

 Then we are off the old place, but remarks 



on 's farm, and how such and such a 



place has recently changed hands, fill up 

 the time, till we are surprised to see how 

 soon we have reached the meet. 



The meet ! The last we were at was 

 perhaps at Dunshauglln, or Badby, or 

 Thorpe Thrussels. This Is rather a differ- 

 ent thing. Counting ourselves, there are 

 just six pinks, perhaps thirty horsemen all 

 told, and two vehicles. But what a hearty 

 welcome to contrast with the "How do.f^" 

 we got there. 



First It is the squire. Ton my word, he 

 does not look a day older than when he 



