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forest at Shrob near Stony Stratford. Instead 

 of going away he turned right-handed into the 

 Hanger division of the forest, and on hounds raced 

 in gallant style through some splendid ridings, 

 first-rate places in which to see dog hounds carry 

 a good head. Our horses were going none the 

 better now, and I thought that the hounds would 

 beat us. As they were racing up a beautiful 

 riding w^e came to a cross-riding ; a couple and 

 a half went straight on. I said, '* Forward, my 

 lord, this is right," but he turned, and into a 

 thicket his lot went ; I went on with the leading 

 hounds. They were three of the best chase- 

 hounds we had, and well matched in pace too, 

 that is the beauty of chase-hounds. They made 

 a turn and we went into another ride like a race- 

 course, there I saw the fox sinking to nothing ; the 

 hounds ran up to him as if he were standing still, 

 and rolled him over in the middle of the riding. 



I believe the fox was blind. I dismounted and 

 picked him up ; luckily my mare was crying 

 " bellows to mend " or she would not have carried 

 him. I have handled as many foxes as most 

 people but never carried such a heavy one. Going 

 back with him, I found his lordship still in the 

 thicket with a fresh fox, and riding up I said : 



" Here is your fox, my lord ! " exhibiting him. 



