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grass land away from covert, there are grips and 

 ant-heaps, which account for one or two empty 

 saddles quite early. Then the brook which winds 

 its way up the valley wants knowing, for to turn 

 right-handed to the bridge and the road means 

 losing one's place and probably the hunt for the 

 rest of the day. In the undulating grass country 

 it is possible to see a mile or more ahead, the fields 

 being large and the fences swishy black-thorns 



Capell leads the way. 



well within the compass of a hunter's stride. It is 

 the pace which spreads out the following like a fan 

 in the track of the vanishing pack ! Starting in 

 high hope with a good view of hounds leads one to 

 believe that we are fairly in it, but it generally ends 

 with galloping in the lanes, track hunting, riding 

 with a wet sail to reach the covert on our right 

 hand, where we hope a check will put us on terms 

 again. The high country near to Woodw^ell Head, 

 after passing under the iron stone railway, is rather 

 more enclosed with tall, untrimmed fences, making 



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