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           SIMON:That’sallright.(Heswoopsuncertainlythroughtheair,wheeling,utteringcriesofheartening,onstrongponderousbuzzardwings.)Ho,boy!Areyougoingtowin?Hoop!Pschatt!Stablewiththosehalfcastes.Wouldn’tletthemwithinthebawlofanass.Headup!Keepourflagflying!Aneaglegulesvolantinafieldargentdisplayed.Ulsterkingatarms!Haihoop!(Hemakesthebeagle’scall,givingtongue.)Bulbul!Burblblburblbl!Hai,boy!

           (Thefrondsandspacesofthewallpaperfilerapidlyacrosscountry.Astoutfox,drawnfromcovert,brushpointed,havingburiedhisgrandmother,runsswiftfortheopen,brighteyed,seekingbadgerearth,undertheleaves.Thepackofstaghoundsfollows,nosetotheground,sniffingtheirquarry,beaglebaying,burblbrblingtobeblooded.WardUnionhuntsmenandhuntswomenlivewiththem,hotforakill.FromSixMilePoint,Flathouse,NineMileStonefollowthefootpeoplewithknottysticks,hayforks,salmongaffs,lassos,flockmasterswithstockwhips,bearbaiterswithtomtoms,toreadorswithbullswords,greynegroeswavingtorches.Thecrowdbawlsofdicers,crownandanchorplayers,thimbleriggers,broadsmen.Crowsandtouts,hoarsebookiesinhighwizardhatsclamourdeafeningly.)

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