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distance of Lynton, he doubles back and returns over 

 the hills, making for Bad g worthy Waters, where he is 

 finally run into and killed. The Prince, who was well 

 up at the finish, quickly dismounted and waded across 

 the stream, and after witnessing the customary 

 ceremonies attendant on the death of "the some 

 time monarch of the glen," expressed himself greatly 

 delighted with the run, which lasted for one hour and 

 forty-five minutes. Only a select few were able to live 

 close to the hounds throughout this capital chase. 

 Conspicuous amongst them was Mr. Collyns on his 

 clever little gray horse, one of the best and most 

 earnest of the many good sportsmen who ride with the 

 Devon and Somerset; Mr. Chorley, the well-known 

 Master of the Harriers, which show such fine sport 

 over the heather; and Mr. Pearse. The Prince, 

 leaving his escort and dispensing with the guidance 

 of his pilots, ff ganged his ain gate " for awhile, 

 mingling with the farmers, and delighting them with 

 his affability and good-humour, chatting freely about 

 the country and the noble sport he had witnessed. 



" Ah Prince," said one, "you're no bad judge of 

 a horse," when he told them that he had bought the 

 nag he was riding out of a baker's cart in the Isle of 

 Wight. 



Mr. Collyns was then presented to his Royal 

 Highness, for the purpose of offering for accept- 

 ance 'a copy of " Notes on the Chase of the Wild 

 Red-deer in the Counties of Devon and Somerset," 

 written by his father, the well-known sportsman of 

 former days, Charles Palk Collyns, a rare work, 

 which gives the author's experience, during forty-six 

 years, of the mysteries of " harbouring, tufting, and 



