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front, and then, seeing my neighbour, whose 

 clothes were too light in colour, he turned back. 



Some years back I described in the Field 

 the comic agony I felt on the first occasion I 

 was bound to roll over a fox. Well, I have done 

 a good bit of Continental shooting since then, 

 and the effects of early training have worn off. 

 So when an obviously wounded fox came bustling 

 over the hilltop, and my neighbour failed to stop 

 him, I had no hesitation in doing so. I saw 

 nothing else during that beat, but the quantity 

 of foxes so near the town was really extraordinary. 

 As I have said, four or five descended towards 

 the town and got safely away, but three were 

 bagged. We afterwards heard that some Turks, 

 shooting with beagles on this very ground, had 

 accounted for three foxes the day before our 

 shoot, and on the day after they got four, perhaps 

 some of them previously wounded. Eleven foxes 

 in three days, on a hill a mile and a quarter long 

 and not seven furlongs broad, should be a record ; 

 but yet I never throughout the winter drew the 

 Hum blank, or heard of its being so drawn. 



The next was a very picturesque and well- 

 arranged beat, if not very productive. The guns 

 were posted along the line of the excellent road 

 that leads to Ljubuski, and whilst the main line 

 of beaters, reinforced by a number of country- 

 men, brought up the ground between our last 



