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REVIEW— THE HUNTING FIELD. 
hound near us leaps out of the cover and canters up its side, pro- 
bably finding it a pleasanter path to the Huntsman than through a 
close cover. 
“ Up comes the Second Whip at the rate of twenty miles an 
hour, his whip-thong ready for use. The hound caught sight of 
him, and prepared to spring into the cover. ‘ Ravager, Ravager,’ 
rated the Whip ; but the first word was enough, and Ravager was 
safe over just as the Whip got to the spot he leaped from. A 
whimper is now heard from a well-known sure- finding hound. 
* Yo-oul-yo !’ then sounded old Hannibal, throwing his tongue 
something like the deep toll of St. Paul’s. 
“ ‘Have at him, there !’ cries the Huntsman. ‘ Hark, Hannibal, 
hark.’ 
“ ‘ Hoik together ! hoik together, hoik !’ cries the First Whip, 
cantering up the side of the cover. 
“ ‘ Hark cry, hark cry, hoik,’ says the Second, with a slight 
crack of his whip to a few hounds that did not fly to the halloo as 
quickly as he wished. * Cum up,’ says he to his horse, giving 
him a haul up and the double thong behind the girths. Crash 
goes the hedge, and in goes the Whip at the bottom of the cover. 
“ ‘ Whoo, whoo !’ shouts the Huntsman, who has just got a view 
of pug. 
“ ‘ Hark, hollar ! hark, hollar, hoik !’ cry both Whips together ; 
one to the body, the other to the tail hounds of the pack. 
“ I now saw my friend gather up his reins, clap spurs to his 
horse, and off he was going in a canter. ‘ Hold hard !’ cried I. He 
pulled up and came back. ‘Where the deuce was you off to?’ said I. 
“ ‘ Why, did you not hear the Huntsman ?’ 
“ * I did,’ said I. * He viewed the fox, and wished to collect his 
pack, in which you hear the Whips are assisting him.’ 
“ ‘ Well,’ said my friend, ‘ I have heard you say a man should 
be on the alert to get off in a good place. The fox is viewed, and 
here are we standing still.’ 
“ * My good fellow,’ said I, ‘ a fox viewed in cover is not 
exactly a fox viewed out of one ; and if the cover was a large one 
he might be viewed a dozen times, and require a pretty good share 
of mobbing before he would be got out, though this is not the case 
here. Where can we be better? We are out of sight, though 
we command the part where a fox would, nine times in ten, break. 
We are down wind, so can hear all that is going on ; and as we 
can’t drive pug out, though the hounds will, here we had better 
remain, unless we see good reasons to move.’ 
“ Shortly after we heard the full chorus in cover coming towards 
us. ‘Turn your horse’s head from the cover,’ said I, ‘and be 
silent ; so, if pug wishes to go, don’t let us stare him in the face.’ 
