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crossing the Waltham and Nasing Road, hounds went straight over the 

 opposite hill, entering a narrow plantation on its crest, where some think 

 we changed. Hounds raced on as keen as ever. Over or into a rotten- 

 hanked brook, as your horse took you, and exactly fifty minutes from 

 leaving Nasing Coppice, our fox was marked to ground in a drain in Mr. 

 C. Bury's garden. Flasks and sandwich cases were brought out, and 

 hearty congratulations exchanged, while a terrier was sent for, which 

 quickly evicted the fox, who as quickly reached the sanctum of Galley Hill 

 and baffled his pursuers. 



No fox could have taken a better line — no, not if you had asked him — 

 than the one we got away with from Deer Park about 2 p.m. Grass every 

 yard of the way from there to the forest ; the line through Shatter Bushes 

 and Spratt's Hedgerow ; well-gated fields, and what more did you want 

 than a fair start ? About three miles as the crow flies in seventeen minutes 

 is average travelling. Some little time was spent in the forest, to which 





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our fox was evidently a stranger, as he kept in one corner, but finding 

 hounds rather too pressing in their attentions, he took to the open again, 

 crossing the road below Copped Hall Green into Warlies Park. Hounds 

 got on fresh terms with him at Obelisk Wood, running well up to Galley 

 Hill, and after twenty minutes' patient hunting pulled down as crafty an 

 old dog fox as ever dodged huntsman and hounds for one hour and forty 

 minutes. Only twenty remained to hear the shrill — 



"Who-whoop ! they have him ! — they're round him ; how 

 They worry and tear when he's down, 

 'Twas a stout hill fox when they found him, now 

 'Tis a hundred tatters of brown I " 



A very pretty thing the 35 minutes from Belgium Springs, following a 



