Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . d marmalade, disposed of,our Other chose one of his two hunters, and seated himself satisfactorily in thesaddle. 66 OUT WITH THE HAGGLEFOED HOUNDS. The stirrups are rather high for you, sir, aint they? asked Dawkins the groom. Well—yes, perhaps, replied our Other, doubtfully, as though he were by nomeans too sure ; and Dawkins rearranged the leathers, Now, are we ready to start ? Whars Bill? suddenly cried the lanky Scotchman. We mustna gangwiart Bill. Bill, it would seem, was an indispensable adjunct to the chase
Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . d marmalade, disposed of,our Other chose one of his two hunters, and seated himself satisfactorily in thesaddle. 66 OUT WITH THE HAGGLEFOED HOUNDS. The stirrups are rather high for you, sir, aint they? asked Dawkins the groom. Well—yes, perhaps, replied our Other, doubtfully, as though he were by nomeans too sure ; and Dawkins rearranged the leathers, Now, are we ready to start ? Whars Bill? suddenly cried the lanky Scotchman. We mustna gangwiart Bill. Bill, it would seem, was an indispensable adjunct to the chase; but, as hewas not forthcoming, it was at length decided that they should make shift withthe aid of Dawkins, and off they started; the lanky one, surrounded by thehounds, leading the way. An ungenerous suspicion has been hinted at in some quarters that our Onlywas not sorry to go out for the first time (?) in such a quiet kind of way, andthat he eagerly joined in the proposed run, which might in a way serve as a dressrehearsal to the future field days. VI.—GONE TO T^HEY were The lirit to a certainty. not long in reaching thecover-side, the time occupied in get-ting there not being so much spent upon theroad as at the door of a roadside tavern,where the lanky huntsman partook of twostiff tumblers of hot whiskey at our Othersexpense, who took a one himself. At last the lanky led the way through agate from the high road into a grass field atthe foot of a sloping hill, covered with brush-wood, and surmounted by a clump of Scotchfirs. The impatient pack rushed noisily in;but the Scotch huntsiTai,with Have a care!have a care!gradually quieted them down. Whats this one doing? asked our Other,pointing to an old hound, who, apart from the rest, was feathering round thegorse among the underwood. Tally-ho ! roared the lanky one, in reply, and ramming his spurs into hishorse, dashed past Dawkins like a shot, and twanging at his horn in a way thatwellnigh deafened our
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