A Mysterious Hare. 67 



and nearly down one field on the Gamlingay 

 side, where they ran from scent to view and 

 knocked her over. 



I am quite certain that we did not change 

 hares. The time was just three minutes under 

 the hour, and the pace was the very best. 



Writing of good runs with hares reminds 

 me of an extraordinary coincidence I have 

 heard my father relate, and which I have 

 no reason to regard as untrue. Many years 

 ago a pack of harriers, hunting the fine 

 country in the Golden Vale, Ireland, found a 

 hare which had a big white patch on her back, 

 and they had, the first time they found her, a 

 twelve-mile point without a check, and ran her 

 up to an old castle, where she beat them. 

 About a month afterwards they found her 

 again in the same field, and she went straight 

 off there again, and was lost exactly at the 

 same place. They tried the ruins everywhere, 

 but to no good purpose. Then they found her 

 again in a different part of their country, and 

 she went straight to the old castle, and there 

 was an end to it again. 



