414 LEAVES FROM A HUNTING 1)L\RY 



climbed the hill for Coopersale Hall. Leaving this on their left, they ran 

 on at a great pace and crossed the road at Stew Green, where Ainger, 

 the carpenter, viewed him turning back by the Merry Fiddlers, entering the 

 grass beyond as if he intended to pay a visit to Barbers. Hounds were 

 brought to their noses, and the fun, the sparkle, the joy of the run was over, 

 for although this good fox was tracked back past Coopersale Hall, he 

 succeeded in beating the dog pack. This is the barest outline of a real 

 good gallop, but it is all I have to offer, for I never saw a yard of it. 

 The rememberance of it clings to me like a nightmare ; but with scent 

 in the air and wet in the ground, the first gallop after a few weeks' 

 conditioning following a summer run, if you start two fields to the bad, soon 

 tells tales, and more than one cried, " Bellows to mend." Mr. F. Green's 

 hireling was utterly cooked, and put him down twice, and few indeed 

 accompanied the hounds when they went back to Mr. Avila's wood to try 

 for another fox. 



