290 ANECDOTES OF FOX-HUNTING. 



scent worsted, and were going to stop the 

 hounds ; but the going oflp of a white frost 

 deceived us in that also. 



Many a fox have I known lost by running 

 into houses and stables. It is not long since 

 my hounds lost one, when hunting in the New 

 Forest ; and, after trying the country round, 

 had given him up, and were returned home ; 

 when, just as they were going to be fed, in rode 

 a farmer, full gallop, with news of the fox : he 

 had found him, he said, in his stable, and had 

 shut him in. The hounds returned : the fox, 

 however, stood but a little time afterwards, as 

 he was quite run up before. 



Some years ago, my hounds running a fox 

 across an open country in a thick fog, the fox 

 scarcely out of view, three of the leading iiounds 

 disappeared all of a sudden ; and the whipper- 

 in, luckily, was near enough to see it happen. 

 They fell into a dry well, near a hundred feet 

 deep : they and the fox remained there toge- 

 ther till the next day ; when, with the greatest 

 difficulty, we got them all four out. 



Another time, having run a fox a burst of 

 an hour and a quarter, the severest, I think, I 

 ever knew, the hounds, at last, got up to him 

 by the side of a river, where he had staid for 



