The thing is impossible--so we are all on foot--and the fleetest keeper that ever footed it in Scotland shall not in a run of three miles give us sixty yards. "Ha! Peter the wild boy, how are you off for wind?"--we exultingly exclaim, in giving Red-jacket the go-by on the bent. But see--see--they are bringing her back again down the Red Mount--glancing aside, she throws them all three out--yes, all three, and few enow too, though fair play be a jewel--and ere they can recover, she is ahead a hundred yards up the hill. There is a beautiful trial of bone and bottom! Now one, and then another, takes almost imperceptibly the lead; but she steals away from them inch by inch--beating them all blind--and, suddenly disappearing--Heaven knows how--leaves them all in the lurch. With out-lolling tongues, hanging heads, panting sides, and drooping tails, they come one by one down the steep, looking somewhat sheepish, and then lie down together on their sides, as if indeed about to die in defeat. She has carried away her cocked fud unscathed for the third time, from Three of the Best in all broad Scotland--nor can there any longer be the smallest doubt in the world, in the minds of the most sceptical, that she is--what all the country-side have long known her to be--a Witch. From cat-killing to Coursing, we have seen that the transition is easy in the order of nature--and so is it from coursing to Fox-Hunting--by means, however, of a small intermediate step--the Harriers. Musical is a pack of harriers as a peal of bells. How melodiously they ring changes in the woods, and in the hollow of the mountains! A level country we have already consigned to merited contempt, (though there is no rule without an exception; and, as we shall see by-and-by, there is one too here), and commend us even with harriers, to the ups and downs of the pastoral or sylvan heights. If old or indolent, take your station on a heaven-kissing hill, and hug the echoes to your heart. Or, if you will ride, then let it be on a nimble galloway of some fourteen hands, that can gallop a good pace on the road, and keep sure footing on bridle-paths, or upon the pathless braes--and by judicious horsemanship, you may meet the pack at many a loud-mouthed burst, and haply be not far out at the death. But the schoolboy--and the shepherd--and the whipper-in--as each hopes for favour from his own Diana--let them all be on foot--and have studied the country for every imaginable variety that can occur in the winter's campaign. One often hears of a cunning old fox--but the cunningest old fox is a simpleton to the most guileless young hare. What deceit in every double! What calculation in every squat! Of what far more complicated than Cretan Labyrinth is the creature, now hunted for the first time, sitting in the centre! a-listening the baffled roar! Now into the pool she plunges, to free herself from the fatal scent that lures on death. Now down the torrent