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cast round in every direction without being able to hit off the line. 

 I discovered one hound was missing, and at last saw her come out 

 of a ditch. I went to her and found she had been digging at a 

 rabbit hole. I got a spade, and on digging down nearly a yard 

 found the hare, which we had been running over an hour. The 

 farmer told me that the hares there were perpetually being coursed 

 by greyhounds and lurchers, and often went into drains, under 

 gateways, and into holes. We often see questions in The Field 

 newspaper about hares swimming. This they will often do when 

 hunted, crossing canals and rivers, but they will also do it when 

 not hunted. I was standing on a canal bridge over the Kennet 

 and Avon Canal in Wiltshire (which is a very wide canal) one 

 summer's evening about 8 o'clock, when I saw a hare canter down 

 to the canal bank and swim across, without anything being in 

 pursuit of her ; and she appeared to be in the habit of thus crossing 

 the water, so quietly did she do it." 



The following is from Archdeacon Scott, of Tunbridge Wells : — 

 " On Dec. 10, 1868, I remember a run from Fulbourne. Starting 

 near the Asylum we ran to the Gogs, and got into the Duke of 

 Leeds' park. There appeared to be hares by the dozen, and the 

 dogs got scattered in all directions, keepers swearing at us frantically. 

 We began to think we should never get our bow-wows again." 



Here are some further "remains" gathered out of letters, line 

 upon line ; here a little, and there a little : — 



" Currey was busy examining sometimes and doing other College 

 work, so that I whipped in more often to Charlie Thompson. 

 Thompson sometimes rode a clever white cob, and perhaps Currey 

 rode the same, but I cannot remember this distinctly now, though 

 1 remember to have seen him riding, as he sometimes came out late 

 and joined us while hunting. He and Thompson often rode home 

 to kennels with the pack after hunting, so as to be in time for Hall, 

 which they would have been late for if going home on foot. This 

 appeared to me rather hard on the hounds after a hard day's 

 hunting in that heavy plough country." — Loud E. St. Maur. 



