THE LIFE OF A FOX. 12]

me to risk my life very often with Sir J. Cope’s
fine pack of hounds. It is reported that he in-
tends to pay more frequent visits to these parts in
future, in consequence of having given up the
distant part of the country.

“ And now, Sandy, tell us what is going on north
of Tweed. Be there any hounds there? It is
reported that foxes there are shot like rabbits.
The mountains, it seems, are not to be rode over,

and so no fox-hunting; is it so?”