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Park, Mr. Jones's chestnut, a young'un I think, fencing most stickily. 

 Into the road we had to thank Mr. Carr for crash of timber and the lead 

 out over the high bank (Mr. A. Peel's), we had it last year; to ground it 

 should have been to-day, as then, to put finish appropriate to this good 

 gallop of forty-five minutes on the grass, for it was good if you were in 



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luck and saw it properly. 'Twas bad, very bad, if you didn't, and we were 

 not surprised to hear Mr. Buckmaster say as he lit a weed that it was the 

 third he had to keep his spirits up. But so it has and always will be 

 with many a fox-hunting run — good, bad, or indifferent, according to the 



