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times in one season a spanker from Tory Hill, by 

 Knockbrack into Woodstock ; the hounds could never 

 kill him. He died in a wet drain, into which they 

 ran him at last. That puts me in mind, Billy Johnson 

 (I beg his pardon, Captain Johnson, but he is a good 

 sort, and won't mind familiarity), before this time got 

 a silver-haired dog fox from off a ship that came from 

 Norway or some northern clime, and they let him go 

 on Tory Hill. He was killed soon after, but not before 

 he mated with some of the aboriginal vixens. The 

 fox just mentioned was one of his breed, and we often 

 meet a light-coloured fox about there now. Only 

 two years ago we killed a silver-haired vixen near 

 Cat's Rock that gave us several good runs. An- 

 other magnificent run was had in March, 1859, 

 during his lordship's absence at the Liverpool 

 Grand National, where he went to see his horse, Ace 

 of Hearts, run. He was much put about when he 

 heard of it, for he did not like losing a run. A 

 fox found in Corbally, ran over Milltown Hill, over 

 the Harristown bottoms, through Killeen, straight on 

 through Castlebannon, and to Coolnahaw bog, a point 

 to point distance of nine miles. Flere he turned to 

 the left, skirted the verge of the bog, bent to the left 

 again, and straight for Kiltorcan, within a mile of it he 

 changed his course and went down through the Grey- 

 wood, across the railway at the tank. At this time 

 there were only four men with the hounds, Mr. Briscoe, 

 on a chestnut stallion he called Sir William, got a bad 

 fall on to the railway. Mr. Harry Sargent, then a very 

 young man, got over by his horse's wonderful per- 

 formance over a stone mason-built stile between a 

 locked gate and the wire paling of the railway. It was 



