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horsemen, our genial Secretary and the Hon. 

 J. S. Trefusis, all the way from the slopes of 

 the Ouantock Hills. From the way they face 

 it is evident that the stag must be at soil 

 between us, and sure enough there he is. One 

 view halloa and away he goes up Manor 

 Allotment, meeting the Exmoor kennel huntsman, 

 whose fresh horse comes in most opportunely 

 for his master to change to. Hounds are dwelling 

 a little, the hot sunshine must be affecting the 

 scent, but now they stream away again over 

 Kittucks, taking advantage of Anthony's contin- 

 gent who are keeping down the left bank of 

 Stowford Bottom, and we have got them all to 

 ourselves. Up Hoscombe they run slowly still 

 and past Black Barrow and indeed they seem 

 so beat as to be hardly able to face the quickly 

 succeeding slopes. 



Now they cross to the upper fork of the 

 Weir Water and work right up to Lucott Cross. 

 One more effort and we are over the ridge of 

 Lucott Moor, down go the hounds into Little 

 Hill Combe, and there is the fugitive, fairly 

 run up. Now, watch him as he breaks from 

 his bay and almost rushes over those women 

 picking whortleberries. See, how he squats in 

 the fern until every hound has passed by, see 

 Anthony running up through the ferns, and 

 Mr. C. Birmingham directing him from opposite. 

 Now they rouse him again, and dowm he comes 



