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effort jumping into the road, and there he remained 

 for some time. Presently the rest of the field came 

 galloping up the very same road, and Sir Frederick 

 came in for no end of chaff, while I went on with 

 the hounds. They ran a fair pace past Loseby 

 Hall, pointing for Queenby. All at once they 

 turned down wind, threw up their heads, and could 

 never gain the line again. Tom Firr came up a 

 short time afterwards, and I showed him where they 

 had thrown it up. He cast all round, but could make 

 nothing of it, and thought that the fox must have 

 gone into a pond close by there and got drowned. 

 Afterwards he discovered that he had made a mis- 

 take, as they found the same fox a fortnight after- 

 wards at the same covert, and he ran the very 

 identical line, almost field for field, but nothing like 

 so fast, and they killed him about half a mile from the 

 place where they had lost him the first run. I was not 

 out that day, and was sorry to hear they had killed 

 such a Qfood fox. The line was over five miles as the 

 crow flies, and a bit over six as we ran. We didn't 

 cross a ploughed field, and anyone who has hunted 

 in that country knows what a magnificent line it is, 

 too big to run slowly over, but all right when 

 hounds are racing over it as they were that day, and 

 one has not time to look at the size of the fences. 



