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treated us to a long, good run with a ten-mile point. 

 Stanford Hall to Copston Gorse or thereabouts — beyond 

 Newnham Paddox — in the Atherstone country, will mark 

 the distance. 



I pass over the earlier hunt of the day, when a fox 

 from Shawell Wood was lost near Swinford — as he has- 



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been lost two or three times before, without any clue dis- 

 covered as to which of the thousand-and-one rabbit-holes 

 of the neighbourhood he appropriates to himself. 



The main business of the day began at The Wilder- 

 ness, Stanford Park, and began pretty merrily, through the 

 medium of the grass fields to Shawell Wood. Then the 

 huntsman had to step forward to bring hounds over the 

 ploughs nearly to Catthorpe. Again on the grass as they 



