GO WHY don't you holloa? 



*' Nescio quid meditans nugarum, totus in illis, 

 ! Accurrit quidam, notus mihi nomine tantum," 



forsooth Mr. Reynolds with his mouth wide open, 

 and in a prodigious haste. My horse pricked up his 

 ears at the sight, and I sat for a moment or two 

 motionless on his back, until my new acquaintance 

 had cleared the fence and gone over the next field. 

 Then, guessing the cause of his haste, I gave two or 

 three thrilling screams which echoed through the 

 wood, and in a moment the shrill blast of a horn 

 broke upon my ear; nearer and nearer it approached, 

 aud soon a horseman was heard crashing through 

 the underwood, before emerging from which, no 

 easy matter, he asked, 



"Where is he gone?" 



" Here, over this field." 



" Why don't you holloa them on to his line ? I 

 can't get out." 



*' Because I know the consequences." 



" Hang it ! holloa, I say, and ride, for my horse 

 is blown, and for my life I could not get another 

 holloa out : go on with the hounds, for I am dead 

 beat, and as hoarse as a crow, from hunting in 

 these woods all day." 



I did go on with the hounds, until they made a 

 defou?' into the big woods again, where I took the 

 first opportunity (knowing my friend would be 



