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faster pace. He was being hustled, and he knew it. A minute afterwards 

 there was dead silence, not even a smothered growl, but we knew they had 

 got him, and the huntsman's face wore a cheerful expression, reflected in 

 the keepers, as he said, *' That's one of 'em, Cvamphovn.'" " Killed in covert," 

 said Mr. Quare (we met him on the homeward journey — he, too, had had 

 an indifferent day in the Forest) ; that's a pity, but a fox at Lords could be 

 very well spared, though had he taken a ticket for Man Wood he might 

 have saved his brush. 



Wednesday, February 17th, Hatfield Town, was another of those days 

 which, marked by an almost entire absence of scent, have been so common 

 to this season of '96-'97 in all countries. It was satisfactory, very, that so 

 many foxes were found ; a splendid one going away from Row Wood, 

 where I and "Joseph" fell in with the Hunt and learnt that in the morning, 

 just for ten minutes, hounds had fairly raced, and that the Admiral for a 

 few fields had had all the fun to himself. Finding a fox in the open — nay, 

 a brace — on the plough, we finished up the day in the Forest, 



