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then lost the hounds in Hanwell Spinies. Here the pack 

 was divided, and the whole Field riding they knew not 

 where, but following the sound of any one who might be 

 before them. Towards four o'clock, however, as Zac was 

 returning along the Claydon road, he heard some hounds 

 growling at each other, and on riding vip to them, found 

 they had turned up their fox, and eaten all but his head. 

 He alighted and took the head from the jaws of Reveller, a 

 two-year-old hound, by Mr. Chaworth's Rallywood, out of 

 Flourish. With great difficulty, by fastening the head to 

 his whip, and trailing it along the ground, he kept the 

 hounds together, and led them home. What country they 

 took, or exactly where they killed, no one could tell, as 

 most of the Gentlemen had ridden 14 miles out of their 

 way, and had never caught a glimpse of the hounds from 

 the time they were thrown into cover. 



MEET — FARNBOROUGH, ABOUT 1815. 



FROM TALLY-HO. 



One morning in this year, we found a fox in a small 

 cover at Fariiborough, which quickly went off and faced the 

 open country, at a smart pace. He led us several rings 

 about the cover, and at length shot away straight for the 

 New Inn, at Wroxton. He then turned back to Hornton, 

 where he ran three or four rings before we could get him 

 fairly off. On being viewed and Tallyho'd away, he made 

 the best of his ground over the country to Alscote, and was 

 turned up near to Edge Hill. Our fox ringed about for 

 at least three hours, without the hounds meeting with more 

 than three or four checks. The ground ran over was at 

 least 20 miles, and the falls and accidents have seldom been 

 outnumbered in any one day. 



