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through Blyth Corner, into Clumber, where again he is 

 viewed by Hayes, who was, as he invariably is, close to 

 his hounds, and just before they reached the boundary 

 of the Kufford country, the hounds (whose work from 

 beginning to end had been beyond all praise) ran into 

 him in fine style close to the Clumber Nurseries, and 

 not a stone's throw from Normanton Inn. A select 

 few, good men and true every one, saw this grand old 

 fox given to the good hounds, who so well deserved 

 him, and all turned homewards, believing they had seen 

 such a run as they could hardly hope to see again. 

 With a long experience of the country, I may say that 

 I never remember a " clay" fox coming so far into the 

 forest, and I never recollect scent being equally good 

 on both " clay " and " sand." The distance as the crow 

 flies is twelve miles, as they ran, fourteen. Time, one 

 hour and fifty minutes. 



Sheewood J^'orest. (T. H. D. B.) 



THE GLORY OF MOTION: 

 South Oxfordshiee. 



Three twangs of the horn, and they're all out of cover — 



Must have yon old bullfinch, that's right in the way : 



A rush, and a bound, and a crash, and I'm over ; 



They're silent, and racing, and for'ard away ! 



Fly, Charley, my darling ! away and we follow ! 



There's no earth or cover for mile upon mile ; 



We're winged with the flight of the stork and the 



swallow — 

 The heart of the eagle is ours for a while. 



