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one of the whips, and then I never halloed, but held 

 up my cap and waved it about, and he soon see it, 

 and went back to Treadwell, and told him, I suppose, 

 that ould Carter were makinof signs. Well, Treadwell 

 know'd then I had seen the fox, and on he comed with 

 all the hounds he could get together, and we went 

 back to where the twig were broken down, and in they 

 went, and very soon brought him out, for he couldn't 

 go far, and so we killed him. Now, sir, if any of those 

 gentlemen you speak of had seen that fox, they would 

 a been tally-hoing, and hallooing, and done more harm 

 than good, and never would have killed a fox at all 

 Oh, dear me, I do like a quiet sportsman." 



Now this was, I believe, the true version of the story 

 as it was told to me, for, as usual, I wrote down the 

 leading points of it immediately on my return home, and 

 it came from a man in his ninety-second year respect- 

 ing an occurrence of some thirty-five or forty years 

 back ; and I have no doubt he saw, in his mind's eye, 

 everything connected with it as clearly as when he 

 was sitting on his horse and watching the fox coming 

 along the ride. 



But if his memory was good, his other faculties 

 seemed to quicken as his sight gradually declined. 

 He had been totally blind for some few years, though 

 it was not at first apparent to a stranger, as his eye 



