I had not walked half a mile before I heard the yelping of the dogs, and a little farther on I saw old Brackely coming along at a brisk trot, cutting the hounds on each side, and calling after the stragglers.
"Did you see my horse on the road, Brackely ?" said I.
"I did, Misther Charles; and troth, I'm sorry to see him.

Sure yerself knows better than to take out the Badger, the best steeple-chaser in Ireland, in such a country as this,--nothing but awkward stone-fences, and not a foot of sure ground in the whole of it." "I know it well, Brackely; but I have my reasons for it." "Well, may be you have; what cover will your honor try first ?" "They talk of the Mill," said I; "but I'd much rather try Morran-a-Gowl." "Morran-a-Gowl! Do you want to break your neck entirely ?" "No, Brackely, not mine." "Whose, then, alannah ?" "An English captain's, the devil fly away with him! He's come down here to-day, and from all I can see is a most impudent fellow; so, Brackely--" "I understand.

Well, leave it to me; and though I don't like the only deer-park wall on the hill, we'll try it this morning with the blessing.
I'll take him down by Woodford, over the Devil's Mouth,--it's eighteen foot wide this minute with the late rains,--into the four callows; then over the stone-walls, down to Dangan; then take a short cast up the hill, blow him a bit, and give him the park wall at the top.

You must come in then fresh, and give him the whole run home over Sleibhmich.

The Badger knows it all, and takes the road always in a fly,--a mighty distressing thing for the horse that follows, more particularly if he does not understand a stony country.