The labourers on the rick, which stands on the side of a hill, are fully as excited as the riders, and they can see what the hunter himself rarely views, _i.e._ the fox slipping ahead before the hounds.

Then they turn to alternately laugh at, and shout directions to a disconsolate gentleman, who, ignorant of the district, is pounded in a small meadow.

He is riding frantically round and round, afraid to risk the broad brook which encircles it, because of the treacherous bank, and maddened by the receding sound of the chase.

A boy gets off the rick and runs to earn sixpence by showing a way out.

So from the rick Hodge has his share of the sport, and at that elevation can see over a wide stretch of what he--changing the 'd' into a 'j'-- calls 'the juke's country.' It is a famous land.