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and both the horse and his rider got a good ducking in the 

 river, bnt they were soon got ovxt. A few gentlemen, with 

 the huntsman and whips, who knew the line of country, 

 went over the wooden bridge at the mill. 



Then away went our fox for Gaily Oak, but not daring 

 to stop there, he still led them along at a tremendous pace, 

 and without a check, across for Quinton windmill ; here he 

 appeared to make a slight turn, as if going for Ilmington ; 

 he continued in that direction until he got near to Adming-^ 

 ton, when he was headed by some men at work in a field in 

 the occupation of Mr. Smith. He then crossed Meon Hill 

 to Clopton, and over the Cambden turnpike road, where 

 they came to a check. This pause was heartily welcomed 

 by the Field, as many of the nags had long stood in need 

 of a chance of recovering their wind. In a few minutes, 

 however, the hoimds again hit off the scent, and the cry of 

 Harkforward ! Tallyho ! called them once more into action. 

 Away they went, still going well, considering the killing 

 pace they had been led along in the former part of the run. 

 Reynard, determined if possible to shake off his pursuers, 

 took across the grass fields from Clopton to Broad Marston, 

 and at length, being closely pressed, he took into a fold- 

 yard at Pebworth, when the hounds could not drag on him 

 again, and he was lost. 



The hounds, horses, and men, it was clear, were all 

 willing to say — Enough — as they had spanked along at a 

 slapping pace, through a run of about 14 miles. 



I noticed some gentlemen, who were lucky enough to 

 get a start with the hounds, who went well to the end of 

 the rim. Amongst those select few, were Mr. Charlton, 

 on his favourite chesnut horse Holiday ; Mr. R. Greaves, 



