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moiints a powerful, sporting-looking chestnut 

 mare, ^ow, 



" Huntsman, lead on ! Behind, the clustering pack, 

 Submiss attend, hear with respect thy whip 

 Loud-clanging, and thy harsher voice obey." 



Whatever may have been Somerville's^ 

 such, however, is not Tom Smith's style of 

 leading his hounds to the covert side. All 

 was done most quietly, and as a matter of 

 course, till his fine manly and deep-toned voice 

 was heard arousing the echoes of Highden 

 Wood. He appeared to me to di-aw hastily 

 through this extensive covert, from whence, in 

 times gone by, I had seen many a good fox 

 unkennelled, and had enjoyed many an ex- 

 hilarating run. Highden proved blank ; with 

 the same unaccountable and apparently care- 

 less haste did we next try Tiglace Gorse and 

 Wood. 



I could not help remarking on this appa- 

 rent remissness to an old habitue of the hunt 

 — a remissness so completely at variance with 



