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to see. At the end of eleven minutes they checked, 

 but I was fortunate enough to hit it off at once by 

 casting on. They soon settled down again, and the 

 pace, though not so very great, remained fast. At 

 last they checked again, having now been running 

 three quarters of an hour. As it was just on dark, and 

 my native whip was nowhere to be seen, I stopped 

 them. The distance, measured between the two 

 villages, close to which the find and last check 

 respectively took place, was exactly five miles in a 

 straight line, but of course hounds ran a good deal 

 more. I may add that some weeks later I found in 

 the same covert. The jack broke in exactly the same 

 place, heading in the same direction. Although the 

 atmospheric conditions were exactly similar, hounds, 

 who got away on good terms with him, literally could 

 not run a yard. 



During November and December sport continued 

 good, but as it is my object to give my readers a 

 general idea of the sport rather than a series of 

 accounts of runs, I will not draw further on my diary. 

 Moreover, some of the runs were described in The 

 Field at the time. At last the day came when the 

 regiment had to commence its long march to the 

 other side of India. I had arranged for the continuance 

 of the Hunt in the country, but my favourites were to 

 follow the horn of another. It was with feelings of 

 regret I got into the dogcart to drive to the last meet. 



For some time we did not find. At last a jack 

 went away from a small cotton patch. I tallied him 

 away, but as hounds came towards me another broke, 



