CHAPTER V 



FORWARD AWAY 



I WAS duly entered to hounds at the age 

 of eight in the Burton country in Lincoln- 

 shire, which at that time also included 

 the present Blankney country, and would 

 stand eight or nine days a week com- 

 fortably, being of vast area and dotted 

 with some of the finest strongholds for 

 the vulpine race to be found in these 

 isles. From that day to this I have 

 steadfastly, and without one moment's 

 doubt, entertained the belief that fox- 

 hunting was the best fun under the 

 broad canopy of heaven, the healthiest 

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