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We saw the hounds again in the mornings as 

 Shore on Laaykirk and the whole pack accompanied 

 us along the hard frozen road for the first five of our 

 one hundred miles straight across Scotland. Among 

 our party of '^ Guides^^ was the old slate-coloured 

 Marquis, rather down in his toes, but still a stand- 

 ard hound with his Grace, and handing down 

 his Assheton Smith Senator blood through some 

 very useful stock. Shore summed him up best as 

 ^' good when he^s there, but he can't always get to 

 it/^ The nice topped Trimmer by Hector is of the 

 same season as Marquis, but a harder runner, and 

 there is no need to look beyond old Trywell to see 

 whence he and his neat sister Tempest derive their 

 spigot noses. Barring this little defect Tempest's head 

 and neck are very neat. There are no harder and 

 honester workers than Comus and Chanticleer by 

 the Grove Duster from Belvoir Comfort ; and ucder 

 rather a shabby black guise we have old GuUiver, 

 " the lowest-scented of the lot.^^ Harriet was one of 

 the good Yarborough Dashwood sort that "William- 

 son is so sweet on for their own and Driver's 

 sake, and he has always been puzzled to think why 

 she should be his " lady with the pig-mouth.-'^ Victor 

 cannot be said to be pig-mouthed or mouthy, as he 

 never has a word to say in cover or out, but in a road 

 difficulty there is no better counsellor. Selim, whose 

 stern seems never at rest, and Splendour are good 

 ones of the Harlequin sort ; Old Susan is another 

 rare bitch at a road, and she and Tempest one day 



