^Anthony Trollope 



' Nor in the hunt/ said young Hampton. ' Of course 

 such a thing may happen anywhere. They had foxes 

 poisoned in the Pytchley last year.' 



' It shows a d bad feeUng somewhere,' said the 



master. 



* We know very well where the feeling is,' said Bean, 

 who had by this time taken up the fox, determined not to 

 allow it to pass into any hands less careful than his 

 own. 



' It 's that scoundrel Goarly ! ' said one of the Botseys. 

 Then there was an indignant murmur heard, first of all 

 from two or three and then running among the whole crowd. 

 Everybody knew as well as though he had seen it that Goarly 

 had baited meat with strychnine and put it down in the 

 wood. ' Might have p'isoned half the pack ! ' said Tony 

 Tuppett, who had come up on foot from the barn where 

 the hounds were still imprisoned, and had caught hold in 

 an affectionate manner of a fore-pad of the fox which Bean 

 had clutched by the two hind-legs. Poor Tony Tuppett 

 almost shed tears as he looked at the dead animal, and 

 thought what might have been the fate of the pack. ' It 's 

 him, my lord,' he said, ' as we run through Littleton Gorse 

 Monday after Christmas last, and up to Impington Park 

 where he got away from us in a hollow tree. He 's foiir 

 year old,' added Tony, looking at the animal's mouth, ' and 

 there warn't a finer dog fox in the county.' 



' Do they know all the foxes } ' asked the Senator. In 

 answer to this, Morton only shook his head, not feeling quite 



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