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which was half covered with snow. My young chestnut 

 mare did not understand it, came down, and got her foot 

 over the bridle, and in struggling out knocked me tail over 

 tip and got away. She galloped for three fields, and left me 

 to do the best I could. Every hound but one was up at 

 the finish of this first-class run. 



