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any hounds in England, Barke.' After repeating his 

 expressions, Mr. Corbet invited Barke to a glass of wine, 

 and resumed his usual composure, of which he had been 

 deprived, more by the excuse that was made, than by the 

 occurrence that had first excited his displeasure. 



BY AN OLD FOXHUNTER. 



MEET — ALVESTON. 



One day when we met at the Pastures, we found a fox 

 that went quick away over the Crofts Farm, round Cherry 

 Orchard, through Fir Grove, and across the top of Goldicote 

 Farm ; reynard then turned to the left and went straight to 

 Tiddington turnpike, where he ran to ground. This was a 

 very cjuick ring of an hour and five minutes j and the snow, 

 which was nearly a foot thick in some places, rendered the 

 riding very dangerous, and we did not, in consequence, 

 meet before mid-day. 



Colonel Roberts rode very hard, and on taking a stiie, 

 with a wooden plank bridge on the other side, which his 

 horse did not see, was thrown ; and though perhaps not 

 mu.ch injured was intimidated, and did not ride in the same 

 determined way afterwards. Mr. Corbet, Mr. Fether- 

 STONE, Mr. Packwood, Mr. Barke, and a few others, 

 were up when the fox took the earths. 



MEET SNITTERFIELD BUSHES. 



We had aii excellent day's sport once, when we met at 

 this cover. The Bushes then produced the best foxes in 

 Warwickshire, and they always went away immediately 

 when the Master hunted it regularly. We had no sooner 

 thrown our pack into them, than one of the old hounds 

 spoke, and the cheering and heart- stirring halloo of ' Gone 

 away !' was given by that famous huntsman Bill Barrow. 



