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j3Lt a great pace over the Redmile road to the 

 Nottingham canal. The half-score leaders 

 included some who always get away at the 

 right time, slip over two or three fences clear 

 of the crowd, and secure the advantages of an 

 open field and no favour. Of such are those 

 first over the road, and amongst them a young 

 lady on a smart four-year old, who skims over 

 the fences like a swallow, and enables his 

 mistress to hold her place with the best of 

 them. Now comes the canal. There is dismay — 

 no bridge, and if you prefer a cold bath it is 

 ready. Memories of a hard rider of the Vale, 

 who hunted with the Belvoir hounds some 

 years ago, crop up, when under similar circum- 

 stances he attemped to ride slantwise over 

 some rails on to the towing path, with the 

 result of the horse jumping bigger than he 

 -expected and landing bang in the middle. And 

 it was curious that one of the whips should 

 liave taken a header during the same run. 

 When the water was reached to-day, as hounds 

 splashed through, there was nothing better 

 than galloping round by Scrimshaw's Mill. 

 Those who went straight for the bridge at first 

 did best, for hounds were streaming away for 

 the heights of Belvoir. Pursuing their fox by 



