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CHAPTER V. 



Sport with Goodall. 



I remember in the earlier days of WilPs 

 control hounds finding a fox at Little Ponton 

 Wood, a grey, leary, old customer, who, after 

 stretching his legs by a short spin in covert, 

 went boldly away on the east. The pack 

 needed little notice from Will's horn, for they 

 were well on his line out of the wood, and 

 quickly reached the strong-hold of Boothby, 

 which detained them but a few minutes ere 

 they were speeding away over grass south of 

 the Hall. At a good pace they inclined towards 

 Bitchfield, and, leaving Ingoldsby Wood on the 

 left, went swiftly along past the village, and 

 over what is now the Steeple-chase course, with 

 the brook charged by Goodall and about half- 

 a-dozen others who were on the best terms 

 with hounds, nearly together — most of the field 

 being scattered a long way in the rear. All got 

 over excepting Mr. Hill, a gentleman who 



