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wood ; I have heard of a fox being found in a 

 bird's nest ! " 



'' He must have come out of one," said Carter. 



In a minute there was a holloa away, and a fine 

 run we had, and killed the fox near Northampton. 

 A Scottish gentleman named Wemyss was out : 

 I heard him singing the praises of hounds and 

 huntsman. 



In 1 841, a fox from Grub's Coppice took us 

 over Foxley Fields to Tite's Coppice, Green's 

 Park, Weedon Wood, skirted Allithorn, over 

 Stuchbury, down to Thenford, and through it 

 into Middleton field ; he turned to the left over 

 the brook, near Willifer's Covert, and up to 

 Farthinghoe to some farm buildings, where a 

 rat-catcher was busy at his calling. The hounds 

 ran up to him, Carter stood still, but the hounds 

 could do no more. Carter said, " You have killed 

 my fox!" etc. 



His tone was so severe that the man was 

 frightened, and would not confess. The hounds 

 had not been gone more than half-an-hour before 

 the farmer came home, and made the rat-catcher 

 fetch him the fox out of the loft. Carter forgot 

 that honey catches flies better than vinegar ! 



That vv^as a good run imprinted on my mind by 

 its merits, and by what I saw that day. A lady 



