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his cap and a lusty ^Wiew" of ^^ gone away," and 

 off we set at the fox's brush over grass, and with a 

 rattling scent, in the direction of a large cover then 

 hunted by Mr. Osbaldiston. We really raced for 

 about three-and-twenty minutes, and then the 

 hounds threw up as if they themselves were aston- 

 ished, and without any indication of the way they 

 thought the fox might have gone, and then they 

 looked at me. With but a moment's hesitation, 

 not being able to see in front of us any reason 

 for the check, I laid hold of them, and at a hand 

 gallop cast them from where they threw up in 

 a very narrow l)ut complete circle, when on 

 returning to the very point on Avhich the check 

 connnenced and my cast began, and where all pre- 

 vious scent had so abruptly ceased, up heads and 

 down stern, and with a vehement cry away went 

 the hounds again. The first twenty minutes had 

 stopped my first horse ; my second came up just in 

 time ; and we never lost sight of the view of the fox 

 after crossing the first field until the hounds ran 

 from scent to view and rolled him over, near 

 Siwell wood, in the Pytchly country. In point 

 of '^untold gold" it was rather a dear ^^ forty 

 minutes " to me ; for George Carter's horse, for 



