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galloping round the paddock. Such days 

 remain clear in my memory. The fox 

 generally had been procured overnight from 

 the great sea-cliffs of Boulby, where it was 

 dangerous for hounds to draw, and where 

 many a leading hound has met his end with 

 a last fearful fall of 600 feet into the 

 North Sea. I recollect a particularly long 

 and trying run, when, after a fast twenty 

 minutes over the stiff enclosures between 

 Moorsholm and Grinkle, and after crossing 

 two of the deep gills that run up inland 

 from the sea, our fox took the open moor, 

 with some seven or eight survivors of the 



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field in hot pursuit. His first point was 

 Danby Beacon, and, keeping the high ridge 

 of the moor for awhile, he turned south into 

 the valley of the Esk. A very excellent 



