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along at a killing pace. Leaving Greenside and 

 Cassindilly to his right, he crossed the old deer park 

 of Struthers, and leaving Chance Inn to his right, 

 he ran through the Tomb Den, and over the Pitlessie 

 road, through Crawford Priory policies, crossed the 

 River Eden, and running north he entered a big 

 culvert running under the railway embankment, 

 which was big enough to let the hounds in, and 

 they soon pushed him out, and he pointed for the 

 Eden again, but doubled back and ran through 

 Springfield Wood, jumped the wall, when one 

 hound spied him, then another, and another, and 

 all was up but shouting. But crossing the railway 

 in front of an approaching train, which necessitated 

 the hounds being stopped until the ' Iron King ' 

 had sped by, gave him an extra lease of life ; but 

 the hounds were quickly on his line, racing him like 

 a pack of ravenous wolves, with their 'hackles' 

 standing on end like porcupine quills, through Craw- 

 ford, and over the road to the Tomb Den, where 

 they rolled him over just as he scrambled over the 

 wall. Then what a scene ! The Colonel pops over 

 the wall, with a face wreathed in smiles, and the 

 stiff and lifeless body was taken from the hounds 

 and hung on a branch of an adjoining tree, and 

 Jack Shepherd, with a most determined and cut- 

 throat appearance stamped on his features, takes 

 his knife and severs the head and brush from the 

 body, and then with a ringing whoop the Colonel 

 throws his lifeless form to the yelping curs around 

 him. ' Whoop ! Tally-ho ! loo-loo-loo ! ' ' 



