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and went away over Bransden Hill (Bramsdown), turned to the right in 

 Bransdeu Coi^pice, and went straight across the grass meadows alongside 

 Hogbrook, over Highdown Hill, across the Great Western Railway, and across 

 the Fosse Road, pointing for Ufton Wood. It now got quite dark, but I just 

 managed to stop the hounds one field from Ufton Wood, the horses all beat. 

 A good run of one hour and a quarter. 



December 19th, Weston House. — Found at Wolford Heath ; the hounds 

 divided in Weston Pai'k, and caused a little delay, so we could only hunt 

 slowly towards Shipstou, and turned to the right for Brailes Hill ; got up to 

 the fox there, and ran him A'ery smart along the hill. When he got near Jenny 

 Swift he Slink the Vale, went by the Blackthorn Covert, and through Hell 

 Brake, and nearly to Oxliill Village, when he turned to the right, left Tysoe 

 on his left, and went by Comptou Wyniates, through Broomhill Gorse, 

 Epwell Warren, and was killed in Sheldon's Covert just beyond, after a first- 

 rate run of one hour and three-quarters. 



December 26th, Brailes House. — Found at Sheldon's Covert on Brailes 

 Hill. Got away close to the fox, and ran him towards Weston, but turned to 

 the left by Sutton, and ran along the foot of the hill as if for Brailes Village, 

 turned to the right over the brook, and went quite straight up to Sibford 

 village ; the fox left this on his right, and crossed the Shipston and Banbury 

 road, he then turned short back for Sibford. The bitches turned as short as 

 he did, and, getting a \'iew, bowled him over in the open, after one hour with 

 only one slight check. Found at Oxhill Gorse, ran a ring round the village, 

 and were ran out of scent near Pillerton Gorse. 



About this time the following advertisement appeared 

 in a local newspaper : " Stolen or strayed, a hearse, with 

 two horses and a corpse in it." — H. C. N. 



This reminds ns of a good story which was related to 

 us by a friend who was an eye witness of the following 



episode : " One day when out hunting with the 



Hounds we found a fox in a gorse belonging to a capital 

 sportsman in the best part of the country, and ran fast over 

 a lovely grass vale, pointing for a range of hills, A check 

 took place, and the master, who was hunting the hounds, 

 was in the middle of his cast, when we heard a distant 

 holloa, and, looking up towards the hills, we made out a 

 man on the sky-line waving what appeared to be a flag. 

 The master at once proceeded to go to the holloa, and as 

 we got nearer we saw it was clearly a true one. As we 

 got still nearer we saw that there were a good many other 

 people, and these, too, joined in the view holloa. As we got 

 still nearer we saw carriages, and when we got up to the 

 top of the hill, our friend, a very fat man, with a face 

 crimson with excitement and holloaing, came running to 



