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hands the now stiffening body to the master. Jim, our 

 whip and kennel-huntsman, performs the obsequies, 

 and with whoo-whoops and a blast or two from the 

 horn the rites are concluded. A first-rate hunt in the 

 old-fashioned manner. Time, i hour 13 minutes. 



Quitting the sea, we once more strike for the 

 marshes, and in a little while meet the rest of the field. 

 Ten minutes later our pack is racing merrily as ever 

 upon the scent of a fresh-found hare. Again ensues 

 a capital and most interesting hunt of fifty-five 

 minutes, at the end of which, after much devious and 

 clever manoeuvring to shake off the untiring pack, our 

 second hare is run into and killed. Two long and hard 

 runs and a couple of kills are, for a pack hunting six 

 days a fortnight, quite enough, and although the after- 

 noon is early, we adjourn, well content, to the village 

 inn, where with sandwiches, bread and cheese, and 

 divers drinks we satisfy the pangs of nature. It is a 

 cheery gathering, and, after much conversation upon 

 the events of the morning and a running accompani- 

 ment of hearty laughter, we separate and wend our 

 ways homeward. 



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