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we get over Will comes round the other side 

 of the wood. *' Away, away, away ! " 



For the next ten minutes or so the country 

 is really delightful. There is a good deal 

 of grass, and the plough rides light. The 

 fences are easy, with gaps for those who 

 like to go and look for them ; and even 

 when here and there we get a big place, the 

 odds are the gate in it is no higher than a 

 sheep hurdle, and unlocked to boot. The 

 pace remains good ; we have been running 

 over forty minutes, when — what is this.^ 



"This" is Great Woods, one of the 



drawbacks to fox-hunting in the old country. 

 Their extent is numbered by thousands of 

 acres, and when once you get into them 

 you may have to pound along for hours 

 in hock-deep rides to keep with the pack. 

 Neglect to do so, and you are sure to be 



