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We then drew Debdale, where we soon hit upon a rare 

 okl fox, that, as soon as he broke from the cover, dashed off 

 at a slapping pace, for Itchington, then through Off church 

 and almost to Radford ; he then ran near to Leamington, 

 and on for Stoneleigh Abbey. Here we got a view of our 

 fox, and we made the woods ring again with the cheering 

 sounds of Tally-ho ! Being almost spent, and hard pressed 

 by the pack, he was forced to take into the Avon. The 

 hounds dashed in, and he was killed and eaten in the river. 



THE SAME, BY VENATOR. 



' To the scent the pack when setth'd, 

 Then who'll lead the daring throng ? 



Foxhunters, alike high-mettled, 

 Shove their smoking steeds along.' 



Whene'er we meet at Ufton Wood, 

 We rouse a fox of courage good ; 

 One that can nimbly make his way 

 O'er closure green, or fallow clay. 



A fox was shortly seen to bolt 

 Before the pack, out of the holt ; 

 To Napton made by shortest route. 

 Where he for some time ring'd about. 

 The morning fine, well lay the scent. 

 As he for Fenny Compton went ; 

 The hounds essay, by effort strong, 

 To drive the cogent knave along ; 

 When fearfvil of the ardent pack. 

 He artful turnd for Napton back, 

 But ere he could his grovmd retrace 

 He lost his life — thus ends a chace 

 Of eighty minutes — without halt. 

 Head, check, or any other fault. 



