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with hounds close at his brush, sHpped through a corner of 

 the wood and threaded a hedgerow on one side of a narrow 

 field with hounds on either hand. A low hedge on the 

 opposite side of the field alone separated the master from 

 his pack when a growling mass proclaimed the end ; with 

 his eye upon them Mr. Badsworth turned his horse short at 

 the insignificant obstacle. What happened was never clearly 

 known, the horse fell, threw his rider, and in his effort to 

 rise struck the Squire on the head with a hind foot just as 

 he was picking himself up. He never regained conscious- 

 ness, and an hour after they bore him in solemn procession 

 to Cranston he was dead. 



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