Sponge, with Lucy Glitters alongside
of him, gradually stealing away from the crowd, and creeping up to Mr.
Watchorn, who was sailing away with the hounds.
'What a scrimmage!' exclaimed her ladyship, standing up in the carriage,
and eyeing the
Strange confusion in the vale below.
'There's Bob in his old purple,' said she, eyeing her brother hustling
along; 'and there's "Fat" in his new Moses and Son; and Bouncey in poor
Wax's coat; and there's Harry all legs and wings, as usual,' added she, as
her husband was seen flibberty-gibbertying it along.
'And there's Lucy; and where's Miss Howard, I wonder?' observed Orlando,
straining his eyes after the scrambling field.
Nothing but the inspiriting aid of 'chumpine,' and the hope that the thing
would soon terminate, sustained Mr. Watchorn under the infliction in which
he so unexpectedly found himself; for nothing would have tempted him to
brave such a frost with the burning scent of a game four-legged fox. The
park being spacious, and enclosed by a high plank paling, he hoped the fox
would have the manners to confine himself within it; and so long as his
threadings and windings favoured the supposition, our huntsman bustled
along, yelling and screaming in apparent ecstasy at the top of his voice.
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