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gory head was secured by Mr. Howard Lewis, 

 and came in hanging from his saddle. It was a 

 very handsome head, and the face unmutilated, 

 with the clear, beautiful eyes as bright as if it were 

 alive. It will be stuffed and adorn the hunter's 

 box, a room fitted up in the stable, adorned 

 with hunting pictures, foxes' heads stuffed, 

 brushes, horns of deer, and similar trophies, and 

 in which they have the reunion after the hunt to 

 satisfy their keen appetites and tell the story of 

 the day and other days. The club consists of 

 sixty members, thirty of whom are active. All of 

 them own their own mounts, and many of the 

 horses have considerable celebrity as hard goers 

 and fine jumpers. On this occasion there were 

 about a dozen of the Germantown Club present, 

 and around the board the assembled hunters sang, 

 *Auld Lang Syne' and told some remarkable 

 stories of foxes who had been run hard, but like 

 the asymptote of a parabola, were continually ap- 

 proached but never reached. There was one fel- 

 low who jumped right over a fence on to a hound's 

 back, gave it a vicious snap, then leaped right be- 

 tween two large packs of hounds, looked at them 

 one instant, and was away like a flash of red 

 lightning, followed by the whole field. That fox 

 led them everywhere, and at nine o'clock at night, 

 when the hunt broke up. it was as far off as ever. 



