CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



she throws them all three out — yes, all three, and 

 few enow too, though fair play be a jewel — and ere 

 they can recover, she is a-head a hundred yards up the 

 hill. There is a beautiful trial of bone and bottom! 

 Now one, and then another, takes almost impercepti- 

 bly the lead; but she steals away from them inch by 

 inch — beating them all blind — and, suddenly disap- 

 pearing — Heaven knows how — leaves them all in the 

 lurch. With out-lolling tongues, hanging heads, pant- 

 ing sides, and drooping tails, they come one by one 

 down the steep, looking somewhat sheepish, and then 

 lie down together on their sides, as if indeed about 

 to die in defeat. She has carried away her cocked fud 

 unscathed for the third time, from Three of the Best 

 in all broad Scotland — nor can there any longer be 

 the smallest doubt in the world, in the minds of the 

 most sceptical, that she is — what all the country-side 

 have long known her to be — a Witch. 



From cat-killing to Coursing, we have seen that 

 the transition is easy in the order of nature — and 

 so is it from coursing to Fox-Hunting — by means, 

 however, of a small intermediate step — the Harriers. 

 Musical is a pack of harriers as a peal of bells. How 

 melodiously they ring changes in the woods, and in 

 the hollow of the mountains! A level country we 

 have already consigned to merited contempt, (though 

 there is no rule without an exception; and, as we 

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