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greens. A bitch called Mischief made a dash 

 into them, out bolted the fox, her note called 

 attention, and hounds tore his jacket. 



It never fell to my lot to see a more complete 

 chase than that. A very stout fox, and such a 

 pack of hounds ! They ran together all the way in 

 the most perfect manner. Simpson remarked that 

 he thought after that breathing they would please 

 Lord Southampton on the next Monday ; and he 

 would look up his whippers-in and go home. 

 About two miles on our way we met Bob Ward ; 

 how frequently it happens that good runs are 

 missed from want of attention. The run was 

 eleven miles from the place where we found, by 

 the map ; there was not a check the whole way, 

 and not a hound tailed. I do not suppose a fox 

 will ever run like that again, and his running the 

 ridings must have been caused by the state of 

 alarm he was in from the pressure put upon 

 him at starting. Salcey Forest covers fifteen 

 hundred acres, and is a good home for foxes. The 

 forester, Mr. Gulliver, and his uncle who preceded 

 him, have always done their very best for the 

 Grafton Hunt. 



We had as visitors in the country Lord and 

 Lady Strathmore. His lordship was a good man 

 between the f^ags, on the Switcher, but not very 



