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weeks between, and I never saw hounds 

 run as they did those two weeks. They 

 met at my house again on this occasion ; 

 and, after a muddling gallop from my 

 cover in the morning, we found another 

 fox in a small cover not far away. I 

 have never seen a fox break cover 

 before or since as this old warrior did — 

 not creeping out, as foxes generally do ; 

 he flew the stake and bound hedge half- 

 way down the cover at a bound, and 

 made straight for the open. 



We made a fourteen-mile point on 

 the map, and killed beyond Brigg. It 

 was a lovely kill in the centre of a big 

 grass-field, and we numbered seven all 

 told. Will Dale, the huntsman, Joe 

 Clixby, and I jumped the last fence 

 abreast just as they pulled this best of 

 good foxes down. "The brush. Will!" 

 we simultaneously cried ; but it was a 



