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serves. We had hardly entered the genial Squire's park 

 when a welcome holloa back was heard. The worthy Master 

 at once ordered Claxon, the huntsman, forward to the holloa. 

 The hounds were laid on, and went away at once in earnest. 

 No waiting, my boys, or you are quickly left behind. Forr'ards 

 the word. The fox takes his line over Elton back lane and 

 Yeoman's farm and on to Hartburn old cover, then shapes 

 his course towards Oxeye, but suddenly bends down towards 

 Sutton's plantations, and then on to Burn wood, and over 

 some very heavy ground to Coatham Stob, and then direct 

 to Burnhope whin, where the fox entered at the low end or 

 thin part of the cover : time up to this point, one hour and 

 ten minutes. Many were now very glad to have a few 

 minutes to blow. Claxon, the huntsman, here showed his 

 excellent generalship, combined with the most gentlemanly 

 feeling for the neighbouring (Hurworth) Hunt, never allow- 

 ing a hound to enter the thick end of the cover. The 

 gallant pack hearing his continued " whew," stuck to him, 

 and their fox too, and quickly bowled over a grand old fellow 

 — one of the real right sort. Time, one hour and fifty 

 minutes. One of the best (although not the straightest) 

 hunting runs that we have had the pleasure of riding to 

 this season, over a difficult country and several deep and 

 dangerous, though not wide, stells, and the ground heavy 

 going. The scene at the breaking up of the fox was of the 

 most exciting description, and a treat to witness. The dear 

 old master, J. Harvey, Esq., standing in the centre of the 

 pack, looking exceedingly pleased ; and the picture of what 

 he is, one of the grandest and most persevering sportsmen 

 in the world. This, some of my readers who are strangers 

 to him, may think is saying too much ; but, in the opinion 

 of your correspondent and many who rode in this run, is 



