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left along tlie bank of the river, as far as the road which 

 goes to Medbourne station, there turned to the left up 

 to the windmill, and got on to ploughed land. Here 

 Captain Clerk turned up. The fox had been coursed 

 by a sheep dog, and repeatedly turned. This caused a 

 long check (perhaps twenty minutes). A man told me 

 he had gone slant ways across a large wheat field (which 

 was wrong), and after holding the hounds all round it, 

 I got the line straight on again in the direction we had 

 formerly been going, but with a failing scent. The 

 hounds crossed the line without acknowledging it : Kelish 

 stopped back alone, and made a drive down the furrow 

 without speaking to it. I put the rest on to her, and 

 in the next field they began to hunt it again, but they 

 could not go the same pace as before. They crossed the 

 road between Medbourne and Hallaton, and ran up the 

 side of the brook to the road which goes to Blaiston, 

 Graceful being the last hound to hit off* the line ; she 

 had also been the first one to speak to it in the morning. 

 It was then almost dark, and I was afraid we might 

 lose the hounds, so I stopped them at 5.30, having run 

 three hours and forty-five minutes. There was a halloa 

 about two fields on at the time. Mr. Piercy, the clergy- 

 man at Slawston, had come out on foot when he heard 

 the hounds. He took us to his house and refreshed us, 

 gave the horses gruel, and treated us hospitably, and 

 most kindly ofi'ered me a hack if I wished to leave my 

 horse, but he was not tired, and carried me home quite 

 cheerfully. He carried me more than two hours, 

 and never made a mistake — a pretty good trial for 

 a five-year-old. I had gone on for an hour and 

 forty-five minutes without a whipper-in, or having 

 the hounds turned to me once. Captain Clerk, who 

 was the only man who went through on one horse, 



