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to view his fox stealing away, and giving Ben the 

 information on his horn, no time was lost in getting 

 through this big covert. Away down the hill-side 

 we rode, leaving Bitchfield school on our right, the 

 children running out to give us a joyous rustic 

 cheer as we passed. Leaving the grass we crossed 

 the road, and again touched the plough, hitting off 

 the bridge that crosses the brook from Boothby. 

 A sinking fox was before us, and hounds were 

 running with expectant keenness, whilst Capell 

 rode watchful for every turn at a critical moment, 

 for after running almost a straight line, we began 

 to twist in the enclosures up the rising ground to 

 Bassingthorpe. Another turn to the left and 

 Capell got a view, as a gallant fox made his last 

 effort to reach the small plantation on the hill by 

 Burton Goggles. In the next field the pack flashed 

 on, excepting two couples of dog-hounds who turned 

 short under the fence and rolled their fox over. 

 Capell's triumphant " Who whoop ! " proclaimed the 

 finish of one of the most stirring gallops ever seen 

 on the Lincolnshire side of the Belvoir country, and 

 stiff as a stake the huntsman set the dead fox upon 

 his legs before the baying pack. It was one of those 

 occasions on which every rider at once dismounted, 

 for it had been a severe gallop for horses, the cloud 

 of steam and shaking tails telling its own story. 

 Sir Gilbert Greenall was radiantly happy, presenting 

 the brush to his wife, and she handed it on to Mons. 

 Auriol from across the Ghannel, who had gone 

 gallantly on a hireling. The mask of this good 

 fox Sir Gilbert Greenall had set up, sending it later 

 to Mr Thomas A. R. Heathcote, the owner of the 

 Folkingham covert, from which the day's sport 

 began. 



