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was with feelings of regret I got into the dog-cart 

 to drive to the last meet. 



For some time we did not find. At last a jack 

 went away from a small cotton patch. I tallied him 

 away, but as hounds came towards me another 

 broke, and they got away in view with the second. 

 For some time they raced him, till, seeing he was 

 likely to get into some cactus-covered rocks, I pushed 

 my horse along and headed him off towards the 

 plain. His heart failed him then, and ere many 

 more minutes had passed Barrister had him by the 

 back — Whoo-whoop ! 



