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was for some time delayed, by cold hunting, up to Pillerton 

 Gorse. The scent again got better, and we ran him, at a 

 quick pace, on to Tysoe. There he turned to the right, and 

 led us on to Idlicote Hill, and we killed him just before he 

 could reach the cover at that place. The fox kept dodging 

 about for three hours in one place or other ; but he always 

 kept the Field in play at a slapping pace. 



THE SAME. BY VKNATOR. 



' Thro' vallies umlauiitcil he Ixmml.s, 



O'er ui)laiuls he measures liis liead ; 

 Still hears he the cry of the hounds. 



It strikes on his bosom with dread. 

 He stays for a moment to breathe, 



He listens with throbbing" affri^''ht, 

 In quickness alone can he live, 



He flies — 'tis the ebb of his mi^ht ! 



When a good fox is singly found, 

 He soon breaks through the woody bound ; 

 When two or three the covert scout. 

 It takes some time to get one out. 



Three foxes, ere the sport began, 

 A long while round the covert ran. 

 Hit off — Itchington Heath at length. 

 One of them sought, to try his streiigth. 



When heavy dews pervade the plain. 

 The scent but feebly doth remain ; 

 The lucid globules, as he goes. 

 Are drawn into the mouth and nose 

 By ev'ry hound — this annoyance 

 Bids the keenest pack defiance ! 



