THE BROCKLESBY. '95 



every inch of the country. I once, when hunting with these 

 hounds, saw a very curious thing happen. We were in some 

 large woods, of which I now forget the name, and found a 

 ringing fox, which refused to leave the covert, or at most would 

 go a field or two and return ; the second whip, on one of these 

 occasions, hit at him with his whip to turn him, when the lash 

 twisted round his neck, and he was tossed in the air and literally 

 hanged, and the hounds, being close on his brush, caught him 

 almost as he came down. 



