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loving pair, side by side ; while the third stole 

 off without being viewed, and put his head 

 straight for the moor. 



Breaking on their very brushes, the pack 

 stuck to the former, pelting after them like a 

 storm of hail ; when, after a short burst, the 

 foxes separated, and so did the hounds ; Russell 

 sticking to one division and screaming to his field 

 to stop the other. Stop them, indeed ! the moor 

 was before them, the scent breast-high, and the 

 best horse that ever was foaled would fail to 

 head them now in their desperate onward 

 course. 



Mr. Harris on Rosabel, an Irish mare by 

 Poteen, did his best ; so did Colonel Raleigh 

 Gilbert and many others ; but they never came 

 up even to a tail-hound. 



And now occurred an incident which, but 

 for the clever animal under him, might have 

 terminated with serious, if not fatal results, both 

 to Rosabel and her rider. Coming best pace to 

 a high boundary fence, built with stone and 

 coped with turf, the mare faced it gallantly in 

 her stride, bucked upon top, and then, with a 

 vigorous spring, fairly cleared a couple of 

 bullocks standing for shelter under the moor-wall. 

 Had either of the beasts shifted its position 

 and turned moorwards, a collision must have 

 occurred, which would probably have brought 

 the day's sport to a tragic end. 



