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no one with him he had stopped hounds when they crossed the railway. 

 Would Lord Willoughby, or any of your crack amateurs, have done it ? I 

 fancy not, but you might have found out the sequel of the morning 

 catastrophe, next morning, or perchance at Harlow Park in the afternoon, 

 whither the fox was bound. 



H. H. Elder on "The Miller" 



So we were thankful, but all the same it was stroke No. i of bad luck — 

 for there was a scent in the covert in the morning, and hounds had run 

 well, and run with a will. More cheerfully for the Beachetts, and stroke 

 No. 2 of more than ill-fortune befell us, for Walter Green — he of the 

 crutches, who is noted far and wide for his halloaing powers — in fact, could 

 give Baker a stone and a beating, who loves halloaing for the sake of 

 halloaing as dearly as he loves hunting for the sake of hunting, and who 

 always forsakes his last, for a day with hounds when they come to the Big 

 Woods — as usual viewed a fox for us stealing away over a good grass 

 country for Barbers, gave one expiring effort, the one we heard, and not 

 another note could he raise, his cold rendering him as mute as a draft 



