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portion of the cover whence M. E. Brunier came to 

 join U.S, when, soon after, to my intense amusement, 

 " Wow, wow, wow," we heard it coming at a better 

 pace up the ride between the two young springs 

 where M. Brunier had ridden ; and before us all, and, 

 worst of all, before me, and in a situation admitting 

 of no possibility of doubt, " Wow, wow, wow," and a 

 prolonged roar at the end of it, up came the false old 

 babbler right to the heels of her master's horse, when 

 she smiled up at him, and then sat quietly down to 

 rest herself on the grass. 



" I say, Jules," I said, " what do you call that ? 

 Half the time you are out you don't know it, but 

 your hounds are hunting you ; so^ according to facts, 

 and as far as your ear at least goes, you need no 

 veritable animal of chase ! " 



" Oh, no," Jules replied, evidently put to it for an 

 answer, ^' sometimes ! " 



'^ Yes, my boy, sometimes and for ever; but it's 

 no use my telling you so." 



M. Brunier having now^ affirmed that by getting 

 himself hunted he had made it sure that in thou- 

 sands of acres of the finest lying in the world he had 

 left no other creatures in their lairs, sounded his 

 sonorous horn to call up his huntsman and the 

 coupled-up pack. He sounded and sounded again. 



