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railway. Headed here, tlie fox turned sliort back, and 

 going just below the village, made as if for Butters Wood 

 till a left turn over the big drain between Langmere and 

 Thornton led hounds to Mr. Dee's farm, where a sheep- 

 dog took the body of the pack off the line. However, 

 Policy, Rushlight, and Stately never left it, so no time 

 was lost, and having tried Bradshaw's tunnel (an his- 

 toric place, for it was built years ago to tempt foxes in, 

 from which they never went out alive), the fox pressed 

 on with Chase Hill and Birkenshaw's covert two or three 

 fields to the right, and so to Killingholme Lighthouse, 

 where he just managed to save his brush. The lady pack 

 hunted beautifully, and effected a seven-mile point. 



To mark the impossibility of understanding scent, 

 hounds brought off a fine run of an hour and thirty-five 

 minutes in the roughest of weather, on Saturday, De- 

 cember 1 5th. Only a very few people put in an appearance, 

 and it seemed impossible for hounds to be able to run. 

 The dog pack was out, and liegan by chopping a fox in Mr. 

 W. H. Coates's turnips near the tryst, Barnoldl^y Cross- 

 roads ; and finding another over the Barton street, settled 

 down to run at once. Placing Barnoldby on the right, 

 they swung round in a semicircle over the Waltham 

 road, and, running through Barnoldby Gorse, placed 

 Brigsley on the right as they ran nearly to the Asholt. 

 Here they turned to the right, and, with Ashby-cum- 

 Fenby close on the left, ran nearly to the Barton street. 

 Turning right-handed here, the fox crossed the brook and 

 brought us to the Becklands, from which point he went 

 on to Waltham brickyard and the mill, again turning 

 short to the left to try the earths in the sandpits, 

 and afterwards to make a point for Bradley Wood. 

 Another turn to the left, and hounds came back through 

 the Becklands to Barnoldby Gorse, where a passing storm 

 undoubtedly saved the sinking fox's life. Hounds went 

 at a smart pace nearly the whole time, and I remember how 

 hot and uncomfortable I felt, for, with equipede and apron, 

 I had come prepared for a rough, wet day, and no galloping. 



