246 THE PACK BROUGHT TO ORDER. 



I think that little matter is now settled to their 

 entire satisfaction. We shan't have no more 

 bother about chopping old women's cats, nor 

 running arter sheep-dogs nor nanny-goats." 



The old Squire pulled out a sovereign and 

 handed it to the farmer's daughter, who was crying 

 about her pet goat, Jem exclaiming, " There, Miss, 

 don't ye fret no more ; she ain't much damaged, 

 'cept about the tail, and a little salt and water will 

 set it all straight again." 



The runaway horse having been caught, Mr. 

 Styles brought out a large jug of ale, which Jem 

 and he soon dispatched between them ; and the 

 discomfited pack, being collected from outhouses 

 and straw heaps by sound of horn, limped off con- 

 siderably the worse for that morning's excursion. 

 The Squire slept soundly that night, notwithstand- 

 ing his ducking, and so did the hounds ; and from 

 that day Jem's rate was sufficient to keep them in 

 good order until cub-hunting commenced. 



The outbreaks of this pack may be taken as a 

 sample of what may be expected from hounds ac- 

 customed to run anything from a red-deer to a 

 red-herring ! 



*' Friendship, like love, is but a name, 

 Unless to one you stint the flame." 



