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maned horse off the green (of course the 

 meet is on a village green, and the specta- 

 tors principally women, children, and geese), 

 and jogs down the road. Not much more 

 than a furlong on he turns to the right, and 

 then a muddy, stony lane leads us to the 

 covert. 



This is a leg - of- mutton - shaped patch 

 of young larch, the trees being some years 

 older at the broad end where the squire has 

 just waved in the hounds with a " Eleu in, 

 there." The other side of the high-road 

 we have just left is a big woodland ; but 

 it is up-wind to-day, and master and man 

 commence a duet of whip-crackings and 

 cheering which is calculated to turn any fox 

 from this point. 



''Now then, youngster, as I suppose you 

 mean to show us all how to do the trick, 



