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years gone by which ended at Wooda Bay with 

 a late spring hind, and this stag might have 

 gone there and some miles further on, but 

 Lynton has grown since those times, and the 

 beauties of the toy railway and the tall sky 

 signs of The Ladies' Field and other interest- 

 ing periodicals at the terminus doubtless had 

 some effect in causing a short turn which took 

 place in the run at Summerhouse Cliff, bringing 

 the stag to Watersmeet and Desolation, and so 

 on up the sea front cliffs. This season has been 

 a dangerous one for hounds, and now again 

 another was to pay the penalty bv falling with 

 the stag over the cliff at Glenthorne. Both 

 were found dead together, killed instantly by 

 the fall, and this great run came to a sudden 

 end nearly four and a half hours after the 

 lay on. 



Those who saw this run through, and they 

 were not manv, will alwavs remember how well 

 the moor rode, and how straight the stag ran, 

 how the cool wind whistled with grateful force 

 on their heated cheeks, how the pack drove 

 like a whirlwind up the length of North Barton 

 Wood almost on the stag's back, how they 

 started across Withypool Common in a close- 

 packed striving line, six-jibreast, that rose and 

 fell over the undulating plains of heather, and 

 how they got no help nor needed any at the 

 few places where their galloping quarry splashed 



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