138 THE LIFE OF A FOX.

fruitless attempts were made, anda great part of
the morning was lost in this way by a throng of
hunters, and amongst them the noble: master of
the pack. Whilst this was going on, and they
were looking at and admiring the beauties of the
stately river, a large salmon leaped clean out of
the water, as if on purpose to amuse or to tantalize
them. Whereupon, a gentleman present asked
his Grace if it would give him pleasure to have a
throw with a fly for such a fish. His fit reply
might well be a source of satisfaction and pleasure
to all who hunt in countries where his Grace has
property.

“To tell the truth, I care little for that kind
of* sport; but, as to the other, I am never per-
fectly happy unless I have on a red coat.”

All at length left the place, exceedingly annoyed
that the terrier, the hero of the former day, had
not been with them. Probably the bargain for
him was not completed, and, consequently, I
escaped.

Wishing to return to my old haunts, I had

got as far as a covert, called the Hursel, belong-