My First Poxy. 37 



because the music of the hounds had suddenly 

 ceased. 



I looked back, but could see no one, so I 

 looked outside, and instantly caught sight of a 

 man in green livery about three hundred yards 

 off on a grey horse, holding his cap high 

 in the air, and both he and his horse were as 

 still as if cut out in marble. I at first thought 

 he was holding up his cap for me to go up to 

 him, but as he looked straight to the front, 

 apparently intent on some object, I thought 

 better of it (and lucky for me I did). In 

 another instant he clapped on his cap, put his 

 finger to his ear, and gave a piercing scream, 

 with a rattling view halloa, " Tally ho ! gone 

 away!" In an instant the whole scene was 

 changed from grave to gay, from still to active 

 life; the whipper-in and his horse were all 

 action, life, and energy. The reader may see 

 ju§t such a picture as this presented, in Tores's 

 shop in Piccadilly at this moment, except 

 that the whip is clad in scarlet instead of 

 green. 



In less time than it takes to write it, out 

 came the hounds, followed by the field, and 

 away they went again with a most melodious 



