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A EUN WJTH THE S. O., 

 And a woed on Paesons hunting. 



It was, I believe, in November, 1873, (when I was 

 clergyman at Albury, and possessed of an old roaring 

 dun mare, a capital fencer, but not particularly fast,) 

 that the hounds met at the Three Pigeons, one of their 

 Monday meets. It was in my parish, and I always went 

 to the meet when they met in the parish. 



We had a little run in the morning, and about one 

 o'clock got away with a big fox from Fernhill, a cover 

 which was just opposite my house, and had some strong 

 earths. I knew this old fox, having seen him about on 

 the glebe. The foxes used to come all round my house. 

 I have had them after the fowl at eleven o'clock in the 

 middle of the day — the fowl all flying on the roof of the 

 house — and quite late in the day. There was a fox in 

 the stable yard one evening about eight o'clock. I 

 generally had a litter in my own plantation near the 

 church. The big fox crossed the rail close under Albury, 

 across the Draycot and Waterstock Meadows, crossed 

 the river Thames under Waterperry House (Mr. 

 Henley's) — the field crossing by Waterstock Bridge — 

 and so into Waterperry Wood, by Park Farm ; crossed 

 the road into Hell Copse, and so into the quarters. 

 I went down to the corner of the big wood, Shabbing- 

 ton Wood, towards Worminghall village, and while 

 standing there with Mr. Bull, of Albury, saw something 

 go away two fields off". I rode as hard as I could for a 

 better view, but though I was almost sure it was a fox, 

 dare not halloa without being certain. After waiting 

 about ten minutes or a quarter of an hour, the hounds 

 came down on his line — the field soon got round after 



