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forest hunting, and at the last moment lost him un- 

 accountably, as will be the case late in the season, and 

 amongst the fern. The second gave us one hour and 

 twelve minutes, and getting him away, we rattled him 

 over the open, till, ringing back, he pointed for Hens- 

 wood, a large woodland lying not far away from the 

 forest. Hounds were getting beat, as it was hot, 

 horses had had enough, and our gallant fox tried 

 his utmost. It was from scent to view, and still he 

 struggled on to within about twenty yards of the 

 covert, when his last efforts were exhausted, and 

 down he sank never to rise again. Who-whoop to 

 our fox, and also to the season 1 Now, was it not 

 allowable to go over this run, point to point, or yard 

 by yard, in my description of it to one who had been 

 far away, but who seemed, while seated in his arm- 

 chair, to have ever3^thing before him ? " Get on, sir, get 

 on," every now and then broke in the old man, " I see it 

 all ; don't dwell on a scent." And when we came to the 

 kill, there came such a ringing " Who-whoop," as one 

 may never hear again. And then there came, " Here, 

 Loui ! Alice ! — burn the girls, where are they ? " " Oh," 

 said I, " perhaps they are gone up into the garden for 

 a mouthful of fresh air : what can I get you ? " " Never 

 mind, sir," said the old man, " they will come ; " and 

 sure enough at the moment Loui or Alice — never mind 



