^VILY'S STORY 47 



myself for a day's work, for sure enough I had it. 

 When I first broke covert I took the open, and in 

 running had the wind in my face for about two 

 miles, then finding the new pack pressing close to 

 my heels, I turned short back with the wind, 

 which, most fortunately, as it appeared to me, was 

 now blowing in a direction straight to a large earth 

 that I had formerly discovered at Grafham Hill in 

 Sussex. The pace had blown the hounds, and the 

 great change, by turning back and down the wind, 

 caused them to stop for a minute or two ; and 

 although I soon heard them again hunting me, at a 

 pace not quite so fast, their perseverance induced 

 me to keep on straight forward. I had already 

 gone for about ten or twelve miles, when, crossing 

 a grass field near some buildings, I was startled 

 at hearing the noise of other hounds close by. 

 It was the pack in Colonel Wyndham's kennel. 

 A view-halloo, which came from one of his men, 

 made me continue to get on as fast as I could, 

 and by the time it was nearly dark I fortunately 

 reached the large earth at Grafham Hill. I had 

 not been there for more than a few minutes when, 

 lying with my head near the entrance of the earth 

 in order to breathe more freely, I heard the hounds 

 come up to the spot and try to get in, on which I 



