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gallantly over the open grounds to Heythorpe Park. The 

 pack still pressed him along until he headed and took for 

 Sandford Park ; but how he kept his rate so long and 

 well before the hounds, which never once fell into cold 

 hunting, as the scent grew stronger the faster they went, 

 astonished all who kept their place in this severe and almost 

 matchless run. When near to Sandford village, he turned 

 again to the right, and shortly after, for the first time, he 

 was viewed by the gentlemen at the head of the field ; and 

 we killed, near Kiddington, as stout a fox as ever broke 

 away across a country. 



THE SAME, BY VENATOR. 



Close under Barton \ illage, pug 

 In kennel lay, both warm and snug, 

 When his gay horn the huntsman sounds 

 To call up a few straggling hounds, 

 Alarm'd, away at speed he goes. 

 Ere nearer came his dreaded foes. 

 To Barton Grove he bore away 

 O'er tawny tilth and pastures grey. 

 And soon, without a halt, made good, 

 Through paths well known of underwood. 

 The other side. Facing once more 

 The open fields to try his pow'r. 

 To Long Compton, the further end. 

 Our fox his rapid course did wend ; 

 No head from busy clown to throw 

 Him back upon his desp'rate foe. 

 Uncheck'd, the hounds their speed maintain'd. 

 And on their gallant leader gain'd. 

 Crossing the Rollright road, he still 

 Kept on thro' Over Norton vill ; 



