FOX-HUNTING. 



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As I have said, the rides were so handy that you could almost 

 twist and turn with hounds. Now and again you might venture 

 to plunge in among the fir trees, and gain ground by following 

 the pack a risky experiment, however, for the inclosure-fences 

 are not all to be jumped, though in the course of the day I did 

 see Povey, the huntsman, clear an iron-railing unhesitatingly at 



one place, and the Master, Mr. Stanley Pearce, take a most 

 awkward and slippery stile at another. Briefly, there was a 

 burning scent ; and for twenty minutes we galloped hard from 

 the inclosure of Stockley, by Lady Cross to that of Frame 

 Heath, then across the railway into that of Stubby, when their 

 fox was completely blown by the pace. He turned back through 

 Woodfidley, and recrossed the railway to be killed in Frame. 

 (Have I got it right ?) They ate him, too, without who- whoop 

 or ceremony ; and only a jawbone and an ear were recovered, 

 to tie to the saddle. Second fox was a vixen, and was left. 

 No. 3 also came out of New Park, near the place of meeting, a 



