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to think that as long as life lasts I shall 

 never again see anything like it. Like 

 others, as they begin to get grey, I become 

 laudator temporis acti, and ask, Where are 

 now the hounds that could do this ? Where 

 is there another fox like old Caesar ? And, 

 worst of all, I doubt if I or any horse of 

 mine could struggle to the end if such 

 an opportunity should ever return. 



There have, of course, been many more 

 remarkable runs than this one recorded. 

 One of my father's tenants, who recently 

 died, told me he remembered, when a 

 boy, Ralph Lambton coming into Bishop 

 Auckland on foot, with one and a half 

 couple of hounds and a fox dead beat a 

 few yards in front, calling through the 

 streets, "Hoick to Jingler!" The fox lay 



