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two others who were present followed them, as did also 

 a farmer on a 'bare-back steed who had witnessed 

 the last part of the run and the death of the " Chap- 

 man's Well " fox. They had a brilliant ten minutes, 

 and the light just allowed them to see a second fox 

 rolled over in the open. The farmer was particularly 

 delighted with the performance, and said, " They be 

 vine little dogs, I warn 'em. But, sir, be 'em 

 haryers or fox taryers ? They're a rare little pack, 

 whatever they be." 



And after this exciting sport he went back to the 

 inn, where he had left his cart and " sharpt " horse, 

 and there got so overcome with drink that he fell 

 asleep in his cart on the way home, and met with a 

 curious adventure. Meantime the three friends 

 took charge of the hounds, and brought them back 

 to the home of one of the party, who lived near at 

 hand. And then my father and his other com- 

 panion, after stopping awhile to refresh themselves 

 and their horses, proceeded on their homeward 

 road. 



My father's fellow-traveller rode on for some dis- 

 tance silent and pre-occupied, chafing, it seems, 

 about an argument which he had that morning held 

 with a brother sportsman with regard to the move- 

 ment of the sun ; for after riding some way in 

 silence, he blurted out, " They du tell up such 

 stuff! What du 'e think they say now? Why, 



