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idee fixe was to hunt again as soon and as 

 often as chance offered. 



My next experiences were abroad, which is 

 a chapter by itself. 



It was in the early spring of 1892 that came 

 my next red-letter day ; once more I was 

 mounted on Judy. My cousin had become 

 Master of the Atherstone, in which country he 

 lived, which to me enhanced the interest and 

 glory of hunting tenfold, and I was all ears 

 and eyes to pick up what lore and technique 

 of the sport I could. 



That day in February we happened to have 

 one of the best runs of the season, beginning 

 with as fast a fifteen minutes as any one 

 could wish for, then a short check and an- 

 other twenty-five minutes of the best, ran to 

 ground and finally killed our fox. It was 

 over a nice bit of country, mostly grass, with 

 good, honest fences clean and upstanding, 

 over which Judy carried me gallantly, right 

 up in front. I understood then that hunting 

 is the sport of kings. 



But alas for the sequel ! I had not been 



