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said, " Come on," and away she went across the 

 street, and he ran after her. On gaining the pave- 

 ment at the other side he gave her a shilling and 

 wished her " Good morning ". 



One day we ran through Tusmore nearly to 

 Swift's house, and had lost our fox. Algernon Pey- 

 ton ran out on his feet, with his arm in a sling, having 

 had a cropper shortly before, and said, " I saw a fox 

 go into the wood three-quarters of an hour ago," 

 looking at his watch. I drew the hounds across 

 where he told me, and a hound called " Vulcan " (by 

 " Ravisher " out of " Vocal") spoke to it. Worked 

 on into the wood, got a fresh start at the fox, and I 

 forget if we got him or not. 



The last day of the season they ran four hours 

 and forty-five minutes, and killed a fox in the woods. 

 On the way home some of the gentlemen asked me 

 if I would hunt another day. I said, "If I do you 

 must mount me," all my horses being in physic. 

 Next morning I thought no more about it, when 

 I was told that Mr. Randal had sent his chestnut 

 horse for me, and that the gentlemen would be there 

 at twelve. Meantime hounds had been fed. I drew 

 thirteen couple of the lightest feeders, sent them out 

 walking, and got all the field in to luncheon, and kept 

 them there as long as possible. Went out about two, 

 luckily drew many places blank ; found in Fritwell 

 Gorse at four o'clock ; ran hard for one hour and ten 

 minutes, and ran to ground under the Brackley road ; 

 bolted and killed it. 



At the end of the season of 1857 there were a 



