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they were across Reynard was well out of sight, 

 and they had to nose out his trail afresh. He 

 brought them again to a check, and finally, after 

 half an hour's skirmishing, he ran down a railway 

 cutting in the wake of a train, and got away. 



Incidentally, here was an opportunity for an 

 English gentleman to show more good temper 

 and breeding than it is one's daily lot to see. 

 He was one of a bridgeful of horsemen watching 

 the hounds as they vainly tried to unravel the 

 fox's scent from the bituminous trail of the loco- 

 motive, when, full of eager curiosity, one of the 

 ladies, middle-aged and not "native and to the 

 manner born," but not an American, rode directly 

 on to his horse's heels. To the confusion of my 

 lady, the horse, like a sensible horse as he was, 

 resented the attack with both his feet. His rider 

 got him at once out of the way, and then re- 

 turned, bowing his venerable head in regretful 

 apology, and trusting that no serious harm had 

 been done. "How can you ride such a kicking 

 brute ! " was the gracious acknowledgment of his 

 forbearance. 



