The Sport of Our <^ncestors 



are stooping yonder over a low black object in the 

 distance. 'Tis the hunted fox, pointing straight for the 

 coverts of Althorpe. He v^ill never reach them, for the 

 hounds are now close upon his track, and they run into 

 him in the large grass field by Holmby House under the 

 old oak tree. 



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