374 IN THE LAND OF THE BORA. 



CHAPTEE XXXVI. 



"I think we ought to have some game for 

 Christmas," said my wife to me three days 

 before that festivity. To which I dutifully re- 

 plied, "Very well. I'll go to Kasici to-morrow." 

 The morrow was not an inviting day, there being 

 a Scotch mist with frequent showers, but on 

 the whole I thought it would do, so started 

 kennelwards about ten o'clock with Duran. 



" Turn them all out, Pigg," said Mr. Jorrooks, 

 on the morning of the ever-memorable day on 

 which he "pivied the old customer," and in- 

 cidentally lost the seat out of his breeches also ; 

 "we'll have a good cry, at all events." Acting 

 on this principle, I turned out all mine — a couple 

 and a half of beagles, and as many dachshunds. 

 By so doing I committed a breach of the law, 

 but I can plead, like the immortal Master of 

 the Handley Cross Hounds, that it was my last 

 day of the season. When the beagles were 

 coupled, we started off. Our pace that morning 

 was not improved by the dachshunds, who were 

 very keen, and kept on disappearing on hunting 



