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Here headed, as he onward strode 

 By people working iu the road. 

 Pug made a short turn back, and then 

 Went straight for Hanwell brook again. 

 When the sly rogue, the hounds to foil, 

 Ran down the water side a mile ; 

 Reach'd Little Bourton, to the left. 

 And next to Wilscote, whence the deft 

 Knave o'er Croprcdy hills soon cross'd, 

 And was, at last, at Gaydon lost L 



At this place, continues our Correspondent, it was 

 supposed that reynard went to ground in a drain, but in 

 consecjuence of a labourer in a turnip field, — ( a fellow who 

 was ignorant of what he was about,) hallooing 'Forward !' 

 -the hounds were thrown off the scent, and not being able 

 to hit it off again, we were obliged to give him up. 



The nags, by this time, were pretty well done up, and 

 out of about 200 who composed the Field, only the Master, 

 and some 25 others were present at the end of the day. 1 

 The run lasted three hours and a quarter, and was certainly 

 one of the best hunting runs ever witnessed. The scent, 

 was anything but good, yet it was astonishing to see how 



1 Many of tlie hardiest and bravest of our soldiers, and tlie boldest 

 and best of our sailors, have learned well how to face danger, and 

 endure fatig^ue, as Sportsmen, before they have aspired to tlie post of 

 honour in the battle field, or braved danger, in every terrific form, in 

 England's best bulwarks, her wooden walls ! In a country where 

 wealth abounds to that excess which it does in this, that strong, 

 healthy, harmless recreation, which they are naturally inclined to 

 pursue, must be productive of incalculable national benefits. The 

 wealth now usefully expended at home, would otherwise be squandered 

 in search of some less useful amusements abroad. 



