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snapping at him from all sides, until at a corner in the 

 fence they rolled him over, when, much to our surprise, the 

 fox jumped out of the middle of the pack and ran into a 

 wood. Going through the wood into one Harry Phillips's 

 farmyard, hounds rolled him over again. We thought, of 

 course, hounds had certainly killed this time; but luck was 

 with this fox, for, when we galloped down the lane into 

 the yard, instead of finding hounds breaking him up, 

 there sat Reynard on the window-sill, inside the spring- 

 house, looking out and making faces at the hounds. 



Plunket Stewart's big grey "Ben" fell on a slippery 

 bank, just at the spring-house, but, fortunately, with no 

 very serious results. 



5tk January, 1915 

 Hounds were quarantined until New Year's Day, so we 

 missed the six best weeks of the season; but such is fate. 



The first draw to-day was Broadlawn, but found it 

 blank, and in working up the creak found a fox on foot in 

 Castle Rocks, but he loved his home too well and popped 

 under in a very few minutes. 



On crossing the Pike into Delchester Farms, a good fox 

 went out of covert, hounds working it slowly, and at a 

 nice hand gallop, for an hour and ten minutes. Coming out 

 of Delchester, hounds crossed the Goshen Road into Fairy 

 Hill, through it to the Bryn Clovis Dairy, over the Sugar- 

 town Road into William Evans's wood, where accidents be- 

 gan to happen. Mrs. Fred Sturges hit the limb of a tree 

 and had a very bloody nose, as did Ben Chew. I had a fall 

 on the frozen ground over the fence into Evans's meadow, 

 and Harry Harrison did likewise a few minutes later. 



Hounds ran on slowly to Cathcart's Rocks, made a cir- 

 cle of the White Horse Farm, going back to the Rocks and 



