THE FOREST FOX ESCAPES 



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Our first check took place on the plough above, and tlien merrily we 

 swept along, down the hill over the Bury Farm ; crossing the Bury Lane 

 we struck Mr. Pegram's grass with its wire-guarded fences, luckily here 

 and there a loophole, which we unravelled, and came up with hounds who 

 had checked in Lindsey Street ; here my man Parish viewed him dead beat 

 crawling down the road. He managed to reach a sanctuary, which the 

 shades of night prevented our discovering ; never did I enjoy a gallop more ; 

 getting away from the forest is always a matter of great uncertainty, 

 and being left behind a constant experience. A sharp frost set in after 

 this, and we did not get out again before Wednesday, January 9th. 



"A fence we don't get in Essex" 

 Mr. T. B. Drybrough flying a wall 



