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flowers, whicli it would deliglit tlie heart of an artist 

 to depict. 



But the meet of the Thanet Harriers is reached, and, 

 pulling up at the Crown, there is just time for one 

 glass of Mr. Pay's inimitable cherry brandy before 

 putting in an appearance at the Windmill, where Mr. 

 Johnson, of Sarre Court, the Master of the Thanet 

 Harriers, is in waiting with nine couples of useful 

 harriers, which show evident signs of hard work, being 

 rather fine drawn at the close of the season. A small 

 field only is assembled, and with little loss of time Mr. 

 Johnson proceeds to draw for a hare. A very neat 

 horseman and workmanlike man is the Master of the 

 Thanet, and a very cheery and agreeable person to 

 boot, as every Master of Hounds should be ; hunting 

 his hounds in first-rate style, and showing very good 

 sport as a rule. Drawing several pieces of clover and 

 two or three fallows blank, at last a hare is seen 

 stealing quietly away, and the hounds are promptly 

 lifted to the halloo ; then puss, as she passes close to 

 me, lays back her ears, and, pulling herself together, 

 goes away at a rattling pace in the direction of some 

 hop grounds, and then, doubling short, bends to the 

 left, whilst the hounds, overrunning the scent, conse- 

 quently come to a check. 



The surface of the fallow ground being very dry^ 

 there is but little scent ; Mr. Johnson, however, makes 

 a wide cast, and, getting on to the line of the hare, 

 they ran her at a racing pace over the hill and away 

 for Hale Farm; leaving the village of St. Nicholas to 

 the left, and going up to the marshes, where the 

 hounds again come to a check; but the Master, by 

 patience and perseverance, picks up the scent again, 



