The " Good-hye" Day, 191 



his heavy whip. I shortly observed, inrnie- 

 diately in his front, a tremulous movement 

 midst the summits of the blossoming gorse — 



an universal opening cry next proclaimed sly 

 Eeynard to be a-foot. Tom Smith had fairly 

 whipped him up, unkennelled him from his 

 snug warm berth ; he broke gallantly through 

 his suiToimding foes, full in view away, with 

 every hound well laid on, and a hundred and 

 fifty horsemen thundering in his rear. Straight 

 down wind he went; then led us at racing 

 speed for upwards of a mile, along the mag- 

 nificent, smooth, and turfy slope of Stoke's 

 undulating Down. 



The pace was too good to last ; so probably 

 thought friend Eeynard, who, even dui'ing this 

 short but rapid spurt, drew after him a ^'tail" 

 fully as long as that of Dan,' the great Hi- 

 bernian fox of old. Turning, therefore, sharply 

 to the left, he next — cutting the turf — tried 

 the fallows and high lands. Here, under a 

 blazing sun, with a dry easterly wind sweep- 



