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the hill and over the stream to the public road, I 

 noticed the old man and Mr. E. staying back. 

 They got off their horses, and the last time I 

 looked back I saw one of them raise his little fin- 

 ger very high, and when they came up to us in 

 a few minutes they seemed to be very much re- 

 freshed, so much so that I felt inclined to get off 

 the next time we crossed the Crum and take a 

 drink of creek water to see how it would be with 

 me. On our road home we heard that our friend 

 who got tumbled in the brook in the morning had 

 gotten a much worse one during the run; in fact, 

 he had to swim to get out, but I am happy to say 

 that there was no more serious accident, and every 

 one of the party voted it the best run of the 

 season, and that fox hunting is 'the sport of 

 kings, the image of war without its guilt, and only 

 five and twenty per cent, of its danger.' 



"An Old Fox Hunter." 



HUNT WITH YOUNG HOUNDS. 



In a hunt with the Rose Tree hounds our fox 

 had crossed the track of a fox which two other 

 packs were running, and the three packs getting 

 together created confusion and a loss of the scent; 

 the hounds scattering in different directions. A 

 large number of horsemen collected together near 

 Castle Rock, where the loss was made, all eager 



