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his way home by some of the people who had tried 

 this last draw. 



"Did you hear what they got there? " I asked him. 



" The only thing they got there, ma'am, was the 

 jog they had to it," he said contemptuously. He 

 had advised me to come home. 



He has a tremendous faith in Mr. Delmege, and 

 some years ago hounds got away from Ballycahane 

 and ran very fast into Kilpeacon, leaving most 

 of the field behind. They put to ground at Kil- 

 peacon, where Cuthbert was out watching. One 

 very hard rider, not knowing they were to ground, 

 naturally galloped for all he was worth to pick up. 

 Cuthbert noted and made comment. 



" That Uttle Captain , he hasn't a sthim of 



sinse," he told me, " he batin' the sowl out of his 

 mare an' the fox to earth in the covert before him." 



" But," I said mildly, " he didn't know that." 



"If he ruz his eyes couldn't he see Misther 

 Delmege on the white horse standin' cool an' aisy, 

 an' shouldn't that be enough for him." 



Anyone who does not go very hard is a shy, or a 

 terrible shy man to hounds. 



" There's nothin' troubhn' him now but the 

 turrns," is a rather apt expression of his for the 

 man who has taken to the roads. 



This reminds me of a good and true story which 

 does not relate to servants, of a meeting held by a 

 certain County Council to stop an unpopular 

 member of a neighbouring hunt. 



