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early enough to enable us to reach the 

 destined point by the time it was fairly 

 liorht. I had one dark-coloured hound that 

 came, I believe, from Dorsetshire, and when 

 I could see him plainly from horseback it 

 was time to draw. Many a good gallop we 

 had, while the cheery cry of hounds in the 

 cool, misty, morning air was itself a pleasure to 

 the exile. One day's sport may stand for many, 

 though, of course, by no means all were as 

 good as this. There are quite as many dis- 

 appointing days with hounds in India as in 

 England, but not, I think, more. One day in 

 particular I recollect when hounds drew a 

 small wood round which there were a few 

 fields of partly cut sugar-cane. I had not 

 been in covert long before first one hound 

 and then another gave tongue. There was 

 a capital scent, and my good little pack fiew 

 together so quickly that they were away before 

 I could get clear. For ten minutes they ran 

 hard, and two of my field who came up late 

 just nicked in with the hounds as they streamed 

 away. I got to hounds as they checked, cast 

 them up a sort of hedgerow, and hit off the 

 line. Away we streamed into and round a 

 walled native garden, where I feared the jackal 

 would oro to oTound. However, he did not, 

 but climbed out over the wall. A friend who 



