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Staunton to the Newark Railway, parallel with 

 the river Devon to Staunton Grange, where 

 scent became cool, and the fences loomed black 

 and forbidding. A gentleman of the neigbour- 

 hood, with an eye to the future, slips off to the 

 right with half-a-dozen followers to secure first 

 passage over the Smite, to find that hounds 

 have not crossed and are pursuing an opposite 

 course from the speculative band. The 

 few who stuck to the pack had an excellent 

 pilot in a quiet looking gentleman in '^ bags," 

 who showed the way over some frowning fences 

 back to Staunton, where the fox got the best 

 of it close by the village. Towards evening 

 evidence of a traveller near Bottesford was 

 carried on nearly to Debdale. Checking at a 

 mere road, hounds in a few minutes catch up 

 the line with renewed vigour, and rattle 

 smartly along a blind country pointing for 

 Bennington Grange. One of the leading 

 light-weights — Mr. Hemery — slips cleverly 

 over a trappy fence, and a few others reach 

 the opposite side by various degrees of 

 scrambling. Hounds race away across some 

 clover fields and appear to be enjoying a grate- 

 ful scent, but on stiifer soils it weakened, and 

 they worked slowly on to Sewstern lane, 



