LETTER XI. 121 



Upon another occasion we had been running a fox for 

 some time, with an indifferent scent, and at last, getting 

 up to him in a small spiney, he made directly for a 

 park wall, over which he went, and all the hounds ; but 

 to old Pilgrim this was a stopper. Without hesitation, 

 however, he made round to a cradle st^e, a long dis- 

 tance off, and got up in time to have a taste of the fox, 

 which we ran into in the middle of the park. 



