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clump of trees the hounds were at fault for the 

 last time. An old gentleman was there and 

 showed us the way of him. We cheered them 

 on, and they went as though it was for blood. 

 We then crossed some farms, and came out 

 on to a road leading to and close by the inter- 

 section on the Pennsylvania railroad. We here 

 turned into some grass fields on the left. By this 

 time all the frost was out of the ground, and when 

 we got into the low grounds the horses \vent blob- 

 blobbing along, and turning up the sod at a terrible 

 rate, but we went on, for we found the fox was 

 getting slower. So, hurrying over the next farm 

 and down a steep hill in a wood on the head waters 

 of the Crum, we hear some woodchoppers right 

 before us shout, 'He is holed! he is holed!' and 

 there, sure enough, he was under a rock that would 

 weigh at least a hvmdred tons. The woodchoppers 

 said he was very much draggled and generally de- 

 moralized, being only a few yards before the 

 hounds. jNIiss M. having a desire to peep in the 

 stronghold of 'the old thief of the world,' we all 

 dismounted and clambered up to his den. After 

 congratulating Reynard on his narrov\^ escape, we 

 turned our horses toward home, which we reck- 

 oned to be about ten or a dozen miles away. The 

 distance covered by the fox we estimated to be 

 about fifteen or twentv miles. As v/e passed down 



