right down on his head in the broad ditch, on the far side. Old Blossomnose, who was following close behind, not making any allowance for falls, was in the air before I was well down, and his horse came with a forefoot into my pocket, and tore the lap clean off by the skirt;’ his lordship exhibiting the lap as he spoke.

‘It’s your new coat, too,’ observed Jack, examining it with concern as he spoke.

‘’Deed, is it!’ replied his lordship, with a shake of the head. ‘’Deed, is it! That’s the consequence of having gone out to breakfast. If it had been tomorrow, for instance, I should have had number two on, or maybe number three,’ his lordship having coats of every shade and grade, from stainless scarlet down to tattered mulberry colour.

‘It’ll mend, however,’ observed his lordship, taking it back from Jack; ‘it’ll mend, however,’ he said, fitting it round to the skirt as he spoke.

‘Oh, nicely!’ replied Jack; ‘it’s come off clean by the skirt. But what said Old Blossom?’ enquired Jack.

‘Oh, he was full of apologies and couldn’t helps it as usual,’ replied his lordship; ‘he was down, too, I should tell you, with his horse on his left leg; but there wasn’t much time for apologies or explanation, for the hounds were running pretty sharp, considering how long they had been at work, and there was the chance of others jumping upon us if we didn’t get out of the way, so we both scrambled up as quick as we could and got into our places again.’

‘Which way did you go, then?’ asked Jack, who had listened with the attention of a man who knows every yard of the country.

‘Well,’ continued his lordship, casting back to where he got his fall, ‘the fox crossed the Coatenburn township, picking all the plough and bad-scenting ground as he went, but it was of no use, his fate was sealed; and though he began to run short, and dodge and thread the hedgerows, they hunted him yard by yard till he again made an effort for his life, and took over Mossingburn Moor, pointing for Penrose Tower on the hill. Here Frosty’s horse, Little Jumper, declined, and we left him standing in the middle of the moor with a stiff neck, kicking and staring and looking mournfully at his flanks. Daddy Longlegs, too, had begun to sob, and in vain I looked back in hopes of seeing Jack-a-Dandy coming up. ‘‘Well,’’ said I to myself, ‘‘I’ve got a pair of good strong boots on, and I’ll finish the run on foot but I’ll see it;’’ when, just at the moment, the pack broke from scent to view, and rolled the fox up like a hedgehog amongst them.’

‘Well done!’ exclaimed Jack, adding, ‘that was a run with a vengeance!’

‘Wasn’t it?’ replied his lordship, rubbing his hands and stamping; ‘the finest run that ever was seen -- the finest run that ever was seen!’

‘Why, it couldn’t be less than twelve miles from point to point,’ observed Jack, thinking it over.

‘Not a yard,’ replied his lordship, ‘not a yard, and from fourteen to fifteen as the hounds ran.’

‘It would be all that,’ assented Jack. ‘How long were you in doing it?’ he asked.

‘An hour and forty minutes,’ replied his lordship; ‘an hour and forty minutes from the find to the finish;’ adding, ‘I’ll stick the brush and present it to Mrs Springwheat.’

‘It’s to be hoped Springy’s out of the brook,’ observed Jack.

‘To be hoped so,’ replied his lordship; thinking if he wasn’t, whether he should marry Mrs Springwheat or not.