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members, a true friend to fox-hunting, and to all mankind 

 as well ^ : ' We found him,' said he, ' at Ashby Pasture, and got 

 away with him, up wind, at a slapping pace over Burrow 

 Hill, leaving Thorpe Trussels to the right, when a trifling 

 check occurred. He then pointed for Ranksborough Gorse, 

 which some feared and others hoped he might hang in a 

 little, but he was too good to go near it. Leaving that on 

 his right also, he crossed the brook to Whissendine, going 

 within half a mile of the village, and then he had nothing 

 for it but to fly. That magnificent country in the direction 

 of Teigh was open to him, and he showed that he had the 

 courage to face it. Leaving Teigh on the right, Woodwell 

 Head was his point, and in two more fields he would have 

 reached it. Thus we found him in the Quorn country ; 

 ran him over the finest part of Lord Lonsdale's, and killed 

 him on the borders of the Belvoir. Sir Bellingham Graham's 

 hounds once gave us just such another tickler, from the same 

 place, and in the same time, when the field were nearly as 

 much beaten as they were to-day.' 



But we have left Snob in the lane, who, after casting a 

 longing eye towards his more fortunate companions, who 

 were still keeping well in with the hounds, throws the rein 

 over the neck of the good little bay horse, and, walking by 

 his side, that he may recover his wind, inquires his way to 

 Melton. Having no one to converse with, he thus solilo- 

 quises as he goes : ' What a dolt have I been, to spend five 

 hundred a year on my stable, in any country than this ! But 

 ^ The writer here alluded to Mr. John Moore. 

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