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at once instinctively obeyed. There she lay, 

 crouched up like a hare in her form ; while 

 the hounds, pressing on and keeping the hind 

 in view, swept over the spot without indicating 

 the slightest suspicion of the trick they had 

 been so artfully played. We ran that hind over 

 the moor for twenty miles, by North Molton 

 to Nadrid Ford, where Tout, the huntsman, 

 and myself being the only two men up, he 

 turned and said " Mr. Russell, what had we 

 better do ; we are close to Brembridge Wood ; 

 hadn't we better stop them?" "Certainly," I 

 replied, " stop them at once ; for if you get 

 them in there, every hound will have his deer, 

 and you'll never get them out again. Go back 

 on the same line, and you'll pick up the 

 stragglers." 



" ' This happened on a Tuesday, very early 

 in the season, and before the regular hunting 

 had commenced. Two days afterwards, on the 

 way to Porlock, I was hailed by a turf-cutter, 

 who said, *' The hind you hunted on Tuesday 

 last has only just gone back, not an hour ago." 

 "How do you know it is the same hind?" I 

 inquired, doubtingly. " Because, sir, she was a 

 light-coloured one, and had a very big udder." 

 The next day (Friday), the hounds were no 

 sooner thrown into cover than, to our utter 

 surprise, out came the same hind and calf again. 

 The latter quickly disappeared, but the former 



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