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his hounds, and seems utterly regardless of any rule of 

 hunting. 



" Hold hard, there ! " shouts the Master. " Can't you see 

 you are driving the hounds off their noses ? Hold hard, 

 I say ! " 



" I wish," he adds mentally, " you and all your kind 

 would take yourselves out of the hunt, and stay out. You 

 do not know the meaning of sport. You are a hindrance 

 and a dead-weight in any hunting-field. For rocking-chair 

 hunting at the club or as an ornament at the hunt ball you 

 do very well, but as a hunting man, never ! " 



These, or words to this effect, every hunting man has 

 heard the Master say until he knows them by heart. 



