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again. But there was no chance to take a 

 pull ; gallop, gallop, gallop ; on and on ; field 

 after field, and I only once saw the stag up 

 to there. 



Just below Hockliffe they ran up to him 

 and bayed him ; he stood in a corner of a 

 field, with a great paling six or seven feet 

 high round it. He looked round, and then 

 over he went, turned a bit to the right, and 

 they ran on a few fields more, nearly up to 

 Eggington. 



There he came back, down a lane, with 

 the hounds all in view. I met him, and 

 pulled my horse broadside across the lane. 

 But he dropped his head, and I knew^ that 

 he meant coming ! That was a narrow shave, 

 and I had the hardest work in the world to 

 get out of his way. And when he had got past 

 me I saw a shepherd a little farther down 

 the lane, with his crook out as if to try and 

 stop him. 



'' Get out of the way ! " I shouted. 

 "He'll kill you. Jump into the ditch!" 

 He did, and only just in time. The shepherd 



