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denly threw up lier nose and appeared to sniff 

 the '' tainted" breeze — but tainted only, as a 

 less experienced observer might have ima- 

 gined, with the powerful aroma of the flowery 

 gorse — for not even a whisper responded to 

 that whiff — 



" Or in triumpliant melody conf est 

 The titillating joy." 



Far otherwise, however, thought the veteran 

 chief, who intently watched and followed his 

 ^^ Destiny's" unerring steps. The hound evi- 

 dently feathered on the drag, and was eagerly 

 cheered on into the furzy brake by Smith, 

 who rode into the very midst of it himself. 

 Then next occurred an anxious moment of 

 suspense. 



"Destiny" now threw her tongue ; "Bar- 

 rister" and " Barmaid" instantly resj)onded to 

 the joyful sound. The fox had evidently been 

 moved. Tom Smith eagerly exclaimed, "By 

 Jove ! here must be a fox, for I see the furze 

 quivering not two yards from my horse's feet." 



