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I think it was the following season we had another 

 young gentleman, who thought a mufti kind of dress 

 would do with " those hounds," and though after a time 

 he honoured the Tedworth with the real scarlet, it 

 was in a kind of " cut-me-down " sort of way that he 

 came out at all. Now I have always maintained that, 

 however well a man may be mounted, or however well 

 he may go in general, it is only a point of discretion 

 in a strange country to ride to some leader, and not 

 think it necessary to take a line of your own till you 

 know something about what may be before you. 

 Puthall Gate is a good meet, and somehow or other, 

 if one can get away from Henswood, it is generally a 

 good fox. Puthall Gate, or the cover about it, did 

 not belie itself on the morning in question, when old 

 George Carter and myself met the Tedworth there. 

 We got away at length for the forest, by Savernake 

 Ruins, and eventually to Durley, close to Caleb 

 Symonds's house, where the hounds threw up ; we 

 tried all round but could not make anything of it, 

 when a single hound marked the mouth of a drain 

 close to the turnpike road. There was our fox, sure 

 enough, and as we had had a pretty good run with 

 him, it seemed only right to bolt him, and let the 

 pack do the rest. The drain was op<3ned, a '' terrier 

 dawg," if I remember right, put in, and out came the 



