SCIENCE OF FOXHUNTING. 311 



" Far afore 'em, Jem ?" was his laconic question. 



" Not above two minutes, master." 



" Will you know him now ? " 



" Eight well." 



" Then mind we don't change for a worse this is 

 a good un." 



A trifling check on the ploughed ground. 



" That's the point at which you hallooed, Jem ? " 



" Yes ; and he turned to the left as for Butter- 

 mere " another big wood. 



"Aye, aye," muttered Headman, "I see his 

 tactics. He won't try for his point until he has 

 thrown us far deeper into the shade. Away to the 

 far corner of the wood, Jem, as fast as you can go. 

 We can rattle him through it without your help 

 and as for Jack, we don't want him." 



The traveller having tried the earths, with which 

 he seemed to be well acquainted, by reason probably 

 of his intimacy with some black-eyed Susan who 

 dwelt therein, and finding the door shut, took a 

 circuit round the covert, hoping thereby to keep his 

 pursuers at a more convenient distance, in making 

 his grand coup for Beacon Hill. Will stuck to 

 him like birdlime, through thick and thin high 

 wood and low cheering and pressing on his hounds 

 now in right good earnest, until the traveller was 

 obliged to make his escape, although still from 

 pressure unable to venture on the experiment of 

 running up wind for eight miles over the open, 

 with nothing but a hedgerow to shelter him. This 

 crafty old fox and Will Headman were engaged in 

 playing out a game of chess on grass land instead of 



