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press'd on your hounds : it was well done : — when they came 



} to a check, you stood still and interrupted them not; — they 



' were afterwards at fault ; you majie your cast with judg- 



I ment, and lost no time. You now must let them hunt. 



With such a cold scent as this you car) do no good : they 



must do it all themselves. Lift them now, and not a 



• hound will stoop again. Ha! a high road at such a 



( time as this, when the tenderest-nosed hound can hardly 



* own the scent ! — Another fault ! That man at work^ then, 



has headed back the fox. Huntsman ! cast not your 



I hounds now j you see they have over-run the scent : have 



a little patience, and. let them, for once, try back. 



We now must give them time. See where they bend 

 towards yonder furze brake ! — I wish he may have stopped 

 there ! — Mind that old hound, how he dashes o'er the 

 furze ; 1 think he winds him ! — Now for a fresh entapisl—' 

 Hark ! they halloo ! — Aye, there he goes ! 



It is nearly over with him : had the hounds caught 

 view, he must have died. He will hardly reach the cover. 

 See how they gain upon him at every stroke ! — It is ai^ 

 admirable race i — yet the cover saves him. 



