More patient hunting, through sheep and over bad ground, the huntsman cheering his hounds, but never interfering with them, as they work out all the turns of a sinking fox for themselves.
They'll have him directly, one can see by the determined rush of the older hounds. Sure enough! In another minute they run from scent to view, and pull their fox down in the open.
Five-and-forty minutes, and I ask you if this is not a sporting hunt.
My old friend dismounts, leading his horse away, at the same time remarking,—
"It is a nasty sight to see ladies watching a poor fox pulled to pieces."
Although a note on the subject of blowing a hunting-horn may not be of great interest to many people, still, I venture to think, no harm can be done in placing before your readers how a huntsman ought to communicate on that instrument with his hounds and field.
When he views a fox—
In-drawing (especially in a big wood)—
