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where not brown with mud are white with foam. 

 Our fat buck, too, is beginning to run short. Into 

 another enclosure he goes — Park Hill this time, but 

 his relentless pursuers force him out, and one view- 

 holloa follows another in quick succession. Over into 

 Denny Lodge Enclosure he makes his way, the pack 

 close at his heels. A few more short turns, one of 

 which brings him right through a line of panting 

 horses, some of which would probably have suffered 

 had the quarry been the fiercer-natured stag. This 

 is almost the last effort, and the " Whoo- whoop ! " 

 rings through the oaks. We jump off our lathering 

 steeds and compare watches. One hour and a 

 quarter. A good gallop for a big buck to give. 

 From the point where the hounds were laid on to 

 the check is some three miles in a straight line, the 

 remainder somewhat less. But deer run by no means 

 straight, and probably a dozen good miles have been 

 covered. 



The pack move off, the intention of those with 

 it being to find certain missing hounds and hunt- 

 officials, and ultimately, probably, to go and try for 

 the other buck. But a feeling that our horses have 

 done enough for a close August day impels us to turn 

 their heads homewards. 



October being a close month, the doe - hunting 

 commences in November, and merges almost imper- 

 ceptibly into the spring buck-hunting season. On 

 the whole the season was productive of sport, the 

 best day of it being a six-mile point, made on the 

 shortest day of the year, from Anses to Markway 

 Bridge, in an hour and a quarter. Does rarely make 

 so good a point as this, and this one saved her life 

 by dividing the pack amongst fresh deer. 



