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Two rare good hunters awaited my arrival, and 

 I was asked to ride a black horse first. We 

 moved on to the covert ; I saw Gillard making 

 some alteration in his whip-lash which I could 

 not understand, and, asking what it meant, was 

 told : " We are in the stone-wall country and 

 my horse wants rousing at them ; you are all right, 

 there is no better wall jumper than that horse." 

 Good hearing, I thought, as I did not often have 

 an opportunity of practising over walls. We soon 

 found a fox — and the walls. My information 

 from the huntsman w^as correct ; the black horse 

 jumped them beautifully, and many of them there 

 were to be jumped. The dog-hounds romped 

 along. It was just the country for a big pack, 

 the ' cry ' was delightful, and so was the whole 

 thing. 



After a good deal of knocking about, changing 

 foxes now and then, we managed to give two 

 horses a drilling, but did not succeed in catching 

 a fox. The work of one hound in particular was 

 excellent ; he was the sort of dog that pleases 

 me ; very industrious and determined, and did not 

 bore on, but he would insist upon stopping when 

 he thought he ought to do so, and I saw him turn 

 with the line and put the others right several 

 times ; which pleased me so much that I asked 



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