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twisted and snapped and there was one grey- 

 hound the less in the world. 



He got me into very hot water once by his 

 extraordinary behaviour. The 3rd Hussars had 

 a pack of drag hounds, and we were asked to lay 

 one round Fedamore for them. We never laid it- 

 within five fields of the gorse. My brother and I 

 chose it all, and gave it to Peter the Faithful to 

 run, but that rufhany fox must needs march out 

 to be hunted. 



Gleeson the old covert keeper declares that he 

 " lepped above on the bank when he heard the 

 dogs nisin' an' away with him to see what was up." 



This I cannot vouch for, but he crossed right in 

 front of the hounds and led them his dance to 

 Lough Gur, into which a Master on an exhausted 

 horse toiled, asking me if this was my idea of a 

 four-mile drag over a nice country. The Corcas 

 were of course included in the Old Customer's line. 

 Several unwary people tried to cross and got 

 bogged. 



I, who was out on a carriage horse to look on 

 and got to Grange by the road as quickly as any- 

 one, said nothing, but Mr. Nugent Humble said a 

 good deal to me later on. I could never persuade 

 him that we had not drawn the covert. 



Hounds never killed the old fox. I suppose he 

 died naturally or was retaUated on by some brute 

 of a greyhound. 



When we left Fedamore his meals of crows were 



