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that the happy moments of our life, all 

 told, didn't amount to twenty-four hours. 

 Bismarck, though, had never tasted the 

 sweets of riding our vale after an after- 

 noon fox, with a few remnants of the 

 field and Will Dale, or he would never 

 have given expression to this belief. 



For one hour and fifty minutes over 

 a grand country, nearly a straight line, 

 and all the fences wanting jumping ! 

 Lovely to see those bitches work and 

 drive! Now they twist and turn. Our 

 fox is sinking, and he's out of his latitude. 

 Yonder he goes, Will, in the grass-field 

 on the hillside, by the clump of trees. 

 We must have this brook. Hold up, old 

 man ! That's over ; but there's more to 

 come that will stand no liberties, and 

 still they're running on. He sobs and 

 reaches, does my generous steed, but 

 he's by Chanticleer, dam by old Hark- 



