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on end, over the wildest part of Exmoor. On 

 reaching the Bray covers they were hard on his 

 back ; but Russell, fearing a change, deemed it 

 advisable to stop the pack ; and so the gallant 

 fellow lived to fight again another day : that 

 day, however, was not long deferred. 



In the following November the new club 

 met for their fortnight's sport at South Molton ; 

 and Yard Down being the first fixture, Mr. 

 Trelawny's hounds proceeded to draw Sherra- 

 combe Brake, hard by. Russell, from a spot 

 of open ground on the opposite side of the 

 combe, stood watching the action of the hounds 

 intently, as, without a vestige of drag, Limpetty, 

 the huntsman, was doing his utmost to encourage 

 them to face the strong gorse that opposed their 

 entrance at every point. At length he passed 

 on to draw another cover ; but Russell stopped 

 him, shouting at the top of his voice — 



" You've left that fox behind you, Limpetty ! " 



"No, I ha'nt," responded he, in the habitual 

 blunt, outspoken style that characterised the man. 



"Yes, you have," repeated Russell; "not a 

 hound has touched the comb of that hedge, and 

 he may be there." 



At that moment a hound spoke, and almost 

 before Limpetty could look round, a screeching 

 "tally-ho" from one of the field announced 

 a view. The fox was on foot, a flyer, too, 

 beyond all doubt, the next instant he was out 



