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bounded, and they ran him for a few fields 

 and knocked him over. 



So Mr. Lindsell said to that afore- 

 mentioned gentleman : ^' Well, what do you 

 think of the ' old fool ' now ? " 



Late one afternoon I remember standing in 

 Gamlingay Wood at the Cross-ride. It was 

 the last chance we had of finding that day, 

 and the beaters were bringing it up. The 

 quarter next to the Gamlingay road was cut 

 down. To show how hounds love the scent of 

 a deer, I can assure you that if there was 

 one hare there were fifty. A fox also went 

 over this cut-down quarter. My brother, on 

 the outside, '' holloa'd away ! " and every 

 hound was gone like a shot. Eight over all 

 those scents they went, never taking the 

 slightest notice of anything. Over the stake- 

 and-bound fence they went, and away with 

 the deer. 



The keepers always said that they were 

 steadier from hares when we went deer- 

 hunting than the fox-hounds were. The great 

 secret is to keep the hounds as close as you 



