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Galloping down a deep lane in places up to your girths for about half a 

 mile, we had hounds in view running ahead. At the end of the lane 

 a locked gate yielded to the united efforts of three individuals, and then we 

 breathed again, for we had recovered hounds, even if they had lost their 

 fox. Mr. Charles Green coming up, and no huntsman in sight, he pro- 

 ceeded to cast them, Major Wilson turning them to him as he whistled 

 them softly. Just at the critical moment of waving them on, his horse 

 went head over heels into a bog, and by the time he had picked himself up, 

 recovered the hounds and charged a great hairy fence, which his bay horse 

 did most beautifully, Bailey and his following could be seen in the distance 



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coming towards us. Making nothing of it, he held the hounds up to 

 Mr. Bury's plantation on the hill, where the hunted fox had evidently 

 taken refuge, for out he came with a comrade ; but sticking to their old 

 friend, hounds pushed him round in a circle up hill again, " The Admiral " 

 making daylight through some binders on the top of a bank about twelve 

 feet high. The good black, scrambling up its side, crashed into and 

 through the binders at a stand, while Mr. Duke Horner and the boy, 

 having looked admiringly on, thankfully followed. There was absolutely 

 no other outlet for those on that side of hounds as they ran for Mr. Charles 

 Bury's policies. Two or three circles round them, three attempts to save 



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