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'Say,' said Jack, '"after partaking of the well-known profuse and splendid
hospitality of Hanby House, they proceeded at once to Hollyburn Hanger,
where a fine seasoned fox--though some said he was a bag one--"'
'Did they?' exclaimed Sponge, adding, 'well, I thought he went away rather
queerly.'
'Oh, it was only old Bung the brewer, who runs down every run he doesn't
ride.'
'Well, never mind,' replied Sponge, 'we'll make the best of it, whatever it
was'; writing away as he spoke, and repeating the words 'bag one' as he
penned them.
'"Broke away,"' continued Jack:
'"In view of the whole field,"' added Sponge. 'Just so,' assented Jack.
'"Every hound scoring to cry, and making the "--the--the--what d'ye call
the thing?' asked Jack.
'Country,' suggested Sponge.
'No,' replied Jack, with a shake of the head.
'Hill and dale?' tried Sponge again.
'Welkin!' exclaimed Jack, hitting it off himself--'"makin' the welkin ring
with their melody!" makin' the welkin ring with their melody,' repeated he,
with exultation.


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