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fox bound for ? I was astonished to find 

 my horse still full of going, as I got on to 

 the ridge and on to sound ground, and in 

 a few minutes I was along-side the leading 

 seven couple. Hounds now bore along for 

 the Farndale head moors, and one by one 

 the stragglers gave up the chase. Now 

 and then one of these would pull up all at 

 once. I saw the veteran Hermit roll into 

 the heather, where he was found cold and 

 dead next day. Still the leading bunch 

 held on, and Wrangle (from the Oakley) 

 is driving away first, followed closely by 

 Statesman, Bajazet, Rascal, and Ringwood. 

 As they crossed a boggy slack, I strained 

 my eyes to see this terrible fox ; it was 

 impossible he could stand up many minutes 

 more. I felt for my knife — but the end is 



