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But
the
greatest
day
of
all
was
that
on
which
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone
's
hounds
met
upon
the
lawn
at
Queen
's
Crawley
.
That
was
a
famous
sight
for
little
Rawdon
.
At
half-past
ten
,
Tom
Moody
,
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone
's
huntsman
,
was
seen
trotting
up
the
avenue
,
followed
by
the
noble
pack
of
hounds
in
a
compact
body
--
the
rear
being
brought
up
by
the
two
whips
clad
in
stained
scarlet
frocks
--
light
hard-featured
lads
on
well-bred
lean
horses
,
possessing
marvellous
dexterity
in
casting
the
points
of
their
long
heavy
whips
at
the
thinnest
part
of
any
dog
's
skin
who
dares
to
straggle
from
the
main
body
,
or
to
take
the
slightest
notice
,
or
even
so
much
as
wink
,
at
the
hares
and
rabbits
starting
under
their
noses
.
Next
comes
boy
Jack
,
Tom
Moody
's
son
,
who
weighs
five
stone
,
measures
eight-and-forty
inches
,
and
will
never
be
any
bigger
.
He
is
perched
on
a
large
raw-boned
hunter
,
half-covered
by
a
capacious
saddle
.
This
animal
is
Sir
Huddlestone
Fuddlestone
's
favourite
horse
the
Nob
.
Other
horses
,
ridden
by
other
small
boys
,
arrive
from
time
to
time
,
awaiting
their
masters
,
who
will
come
cantering
on
anon
.
Tom
Moody
rides
up
to
the
door
of
the
Hall
,
where
he
is
welcomed
by
the
butler
,
who
offers
him
drink
,
which
he
declines
.
He
and
his
pack
then
draw
off
into
a
sheltered
corner
of
the
lawn
,
where
the
dogs
roll
on
the
grass
,
and
play
or
growl
angrily
at
one
another
,
ever
and
anon
breaking
out
into
furious
fight
speedily
to
be
quelled
by
Tom
's
voice
,
unmatched
at
rating
,
or
the
snaky
thongs
of
the
whips
.
Many
young
gentlemen
canter
up
on
thoroughbred
hacks
,
spatter-dashed
to
the
knee
,
and
enter
the
house
to
drink
cherry-brandy
and
pay
their
respects
to
the
ladies
,
or
,
more
modest
and
sportsmanlike
,
divest
themselves
of
their
mud-boots
,
exchange
their
hacks
for
their
hunters
,
and
warm
their
blood
by
a
preliminary
gallop
round
the
lawn
.
Then
they
collect
round
the
pack
in
the
corner
and
talk
with
Tom
Moody
of
past
sport
,
and
the
merits
of
Sniveller
and
Diamond
,
and
of
the
state
of
the
country
and
of
the
wretched
breed
of
foxes
.
Sir
Huddlestone
presently
appears
mounted
on
a
clever
cob
and
rides
up
to
the
Hall
,
where
he
enters
and
does
the
civil
thing
by
the
ladies
,
after
which
,
being
a
man
of
few
words
,
he
proceeds
to
business
.
The
hounds
are
drawn
up
to
the
hall-door
,
and
little
Rawdon
descends
amongst
them
,
excited
yet
half-alarmed
by
the
caresses
which
they
bestow
upon
him
,
at
the
thumps
he
receives
from
their
waving
tails
,
and
at
their
canine
bickerings
,
scarcely
restrained
by
Tom
Moody
's
tongue
and
lash
.
Meanwhile
,
Sir
Huddlestone
has
hoisted
himself
unwieldily
on
the
Nob
:
"
Let
's
try
Sowster
's
Spinney
,
Tom
,
"
says
the
Baronet
,
"
Farmer
Mangle
tells
me
there
are
two
foxes
in
it
.
"
Tom
blows
his
horn
and
trots
off
,
followed
by
the
pack
,
by
the
whips
,
by
the
young
gents
from
Winchester
,
by
the
farmers
of
the
neighbourhood
,
by
the
labourers
of
the
parish
on
foot
,
with
whom
the
day
is
a
great
holiday
,
Sir
Huddlestone
bringing
up
the
rear
with
Colonel
Crawley
,
and
the
whole
cortege
disappears
down
the
avenue
.
The
Reverend
Bute
Crawley
(
who
has
been
too
modest
to
appear
at
the
public
meet
before
his
nephew
's
windows
)
,
whom
Tom
Moody
remembers
forty
years
back
a
slender
divine
riding
the
wildest
horses
,
jumping
the
widest
brooks
,
and
larking
over
the
newest
gates
in
the
country
--
his
Reverence
,
we
say
,
happens
to
trot
out
from
the
Rectory
Lane
on
his
powerful
black
horse
just
as
Sir
Huddlestone
passes
;
he
joins
the
worthy
Baronet
.
Hounds
and
horsemen
disappear
,
and
little
Rawdon
remains
on
the
doorsteps
,
wondering
and
happy
.
During
the
progress
of
this
memorable
holiday
,
little
Rawdon
,
if
he
had
got
no
special
liking
for
his
uncle
,
always
awful
and
cold
and
locked
up
in
his
study
,
plunged
in
justice-business
and
surrounded
by
bailiffs
and
farmers
--
has
gained
the
good
graces
of
his
married
and
maiden
aunts
,
of
the
two
little
folks
of
the
Hall
,
and
of
Jim
of
the
Rectory
,
whom
Sir
Pitt
is
encouraging
to
pay
his
addresses
to
one
of
the
young
ladies
,
with
an
understanding
doubtless
that
he
shall
be
presented
to
the
living
when
it
shall
be
vacated
by
his
fox-hunting
old
sire
.
Jim
has
given
up
that
sport
himself
and
confines
himself
to
a
little
harmless
duck
--
or
snipe-shooting
,
or
a
little
quiet
trifling
with
the
rats
during
the
Christmas
holidays
,
after
which
he
will
return
to
the
University
and
try
and
not
be
plucked
,
once
more
.
He
has
already
eschewed
green
coats
,
red
neckcloths
,
and
other
worldly
ornaments
,
and
is
preparing
himself
for
a
change
in
his
condition
.
In
this
cheap
and
thrifty
way
Sir
Pitt
tries
to
pay
off
his
debt
to
his
family
.
