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bad fox. Going home he met some farmers, 

 " What 'a dune, Sam ? " said they. " What 'a dune ? 

 ax they," pointing to the hounds ; " they 'a gotten 

 'im in they bellies." 



We found in a big wood, opposite Yannuton 

 Rocks, and ran a few times round the cover and 

 away over Ringmoor Down, and it looked quite like 

 a run, but he was headed, and turned into a small 

 gorse and back again into the wood, where we ran 

 about two hours ; three or four foxes on foot. Foot- 

 people had the best of it, and I sat on a rock with 

 old Arthur White, a fine old sportsman. At last nine 

 couple of hounds hunted a line away over the top 

 of Leather Tor. Babbage, Boxall, Trelawny, etc., 

 were on the right side ; I was not. I got into a 



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road to cross the river, and when I got to the right 

 side hounds were going over the rocks of Leather 

 Tor, Babbage on his grey leading and about half 

 way up. I saw a road over the moor about half a 

 mile to the left, got into it, and galloped to the top 

 of the next hill and pulled up. Hounds crossed 

 within 100 yards of me, and I was half a mile before 

 any one. W T e ran fast over some beastly rocky 

 ground. Colonel Radcliffe and Brunskill here caught 

 me. On again, past some cottages ; checked among 

 some sheep ; got on a tramway some distance ; boys 

 said, "Fox gone quarter an hour"; turned to the 

 right up a gully and crossed tramway again. 1 re- 

 lawny and Harrison (42nd) caught us and three 

 hounds. Hunted up to the granite works ; picked 

 every inch out, all over stones, through quarries, 



