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He made me put my thinking cap on and no 

 mistake, but I did at last kill him. 



It was late in the year, and nearly every 

 field was just freshly sown. I ''hit it," into 

 the fields and out, and that was all. I don't 

 believe they ran over ten or twelve fields all 

 through that hunt. 



We had met at Wrestlingworth Plantation, 

 and were going hare-hunting, but I noticed 

 that a workman was looking very hard 

 at us, and at last he threw down his pick 

 and came over to us. That was about eleven 

 o'clock. 



''This morning," said he, ''I saw a deer 

 go down this field, about half past six o'clock, 

 and he jumped out at the bottom." 



I took them to the place he had indicated, 

 and they ''caught it" out of the field, but 

 could not go on. I told my brother to 

 enquire of some ploughmen if they had seen 

 him, and he came back with the information 

 that they had seen him jump over a gate 

 towards Potton Wood. So I held them on, 



