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treacherous little gutters do not entrap you, and 

 you have discernment enough not to ride right 

 into some green puxy all will be well. But 

 whichever way you take, do it at once, and give 

 your horse time up the slope, for you will want 

 every ounce of him now, and he is about to 

 repay vou for every oat he has eaten since 

 last season. See now how hounds are turning, 

 right awav to the Warren, by St. Hubert ! That 

 gallant string of riders leathering up Trout Hill 

 will shortlv get behind. Look at all those 

 fresh deer, too, how thev career about — twos, 

 threes and tens of them all over the great 

 green expanse. That's the Warren Farm here 

 on the left and that's the tinv stream of the 

 Exe here below us. The hounds are crossing 

 it. W^hat will they do now ? See, they are 

 beginning to climb the steep side by Raven's 

 Nest ; we must get over somehow, but 'tis a 

 parlous place. Have a care now, my friend ; 

 give him all the help vou can, and, above all, 

 'ware bogs. 



There goes Anthonv up a rocky face where a 

 goat might well hesitate ; if hounds go on like 

 this we shall be at Simonsbath or Winstitchen 

 directlv. Now we gain the top, and the breeze, 

 hot though it is, strikes gratefully on heated face 

 and heaving flanks. But see how hounds have 

 turned I There thev go left, all on the long 

 phiin to Exe Cleave, on and on, driving merrilv 



