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to walk, and the hounds not much better and in the 

 same field with him, ran after them up to Graffham 

 Wood, where, after taking him one turn round, he had 

 the gratification of hearing a woodman ' Whoo-hoop.' 



''He got to them as quickly as he could, but of 

 course they had eaten him ; and there stood the farmer 

 'alone amid victorious hounds.' The next consideration 

 was what he should do with them, for not a horse was in 

 sight, nor did one come up ; he therefore took a pad 

 away from one of the hounds, and by holding it up and 

 cheering them he got them back into the Ellington road, 

 where he found the field standing off their horses, 

 looking at them, poor things, for they were ready to 

 drop from exhaustion. 



"One bitch, Cora, was missing, and the Whipper-in 

 went back into the wood, and found her with 'Mr. 

 Lloyd's ' head in her mouth, which he took away from her. 



" And after all this severe work the hounds were, 

 by road, eighteen miles from their kennels. As the 

 distance was great I did not go on that day, but about 

 nine o'clock in the evening there came a violent ringing 

 at my front door, accompanied by a rattling 'Yiew- 

 halloa.' 



" ' What's up now 1 ' I called, when the door opened 

 and in rushed a young friend, swinging in his hand the 

 head of the supposed invincible ' Mr. Lloyd.' 



" ' There's the head of the old boy,' he said. ' He's 

 done at last ; but, by Heavens, he has nearly killed the 

 whole lot of us. For the last forty-five minutes such a 

 scene of distress in all your experience you never 

 witnessed. Out of the whole Field not a single horse 



