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deep, deep combe, and right up beyond. Hounds 

 are on our right and running but slowly. Here 

 they come up, towards the Molland road, and 

 are quite at fault. Anthony lifts them to Five 

 Cross Ways, and then trots down the lane that 

 leads to All Ways End. 



In the fields on the left he hits the line 

 again, and hounds are bearing for Armoor Wood 

 when a lusty halloa from the direction of Rhyll 

 sets all on the alert. Mr. Hawker shews the 

 way down a most convenient hunting path, and 

 we are soon at Rhyll, where Mr. Dawkins and 

 his merry men all are on the alert. " Oh ! 

 yes ! the deer has passed about ten minutes 

 since, bearing for Whiterocks." On we go ! 

 There's his slot on the road plain enough, but 

 hounds cannot own it. Now we are on the 

 heather again and away they dart at a very 

 different pace to what they have shewn before. 

 Over the upper corner of East Anstey Gommon 

 they fling through the dark wet heather, with 

 sterns lashing, not quite settled to the line vet, 

 but plainly getting more eager at every moment. 

 Now they are in Venford Common and running 

 like mad. Out we go, by the gate at Anstey 

 Barrows, Mr. J. Clat worthy has the lead ; perhaps 

 he sees them ; it is more than we can, driving 

 against the misty rain at this pace. Miss 

 Musgrave's horse falls heavily over a cart rut 

 and lies still, but she gets up and disentangles 



