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hounds ; sometimes they were viewing him, and 

 we, too, riding for all we knew, one man vainly 

 attempting to keep on terms with us ; the hunts- 

 man bringing the bulk of pack on after us, with 

 feelings better imagined than described. On they 

 went, crossing the end of a big wood, and here 

 my friend and I took different roads, to join again 

 as we reached the intakes off another moor, 

 where hounds rolled their fox over after a 

 brilliant hour and ten minutes. 'And we were 

 all home again at 10 a.m. That was April hunt- 

 ing at its best, and I shall always look on it as one 

 of the best runs I ever saw. 



