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T F anyone were to ask me which was 



the best run I ever saw, I should say 



the great run with the Cleveland hounds on 



o 



Monday, January 9, 1882. Probably many, 

 if not most, hunting-men would turn up 

 their noses at it if they saw the country 

 over which the most extraordinary fox in 

 my experience took us, for I admit that 

 nothing but the fact of having been bred 

 in such a wild hunting country would make 

 it in the widest sense a rideable one. I 

 must further confess that the fact of being 



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