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tion with an hour to spare. Fortune befriended him, in 

 so far that, finding his fox quickly, he ran him into the 

 rocks on the hillside very shortly, dislodged him without 

 difficulty, and did his eighty-mile gallop with plenty of 

 time in hand. 



Battled by a collie dog 



Well, Mr. Mackenzie had no thousand-guinea stake to 

 win. But he was away on his fox soon after 12.30, and 

 handled him before two o'clock. Corby Hill is, I think, the 

 name of the first piece of woodland which goes to make 

 the chain of covert-fringed avenue stretching to Dene. 

 " A big dog-fox, with no hair on his brush " was the report 



