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CAPE FOXHOUNDS 



hearted Masters all over England. 

 The fatal "dog-sickness" of South 

 Africa plays such havoc in the course 

 of a season as to necessitate a fresh 

 draft from home everyyear. Shipping 

 charges are very high, and the funds 

 of the hunt are per contra very low, 

 so it is not surprising that our pack 

 is a somewhat mixed one. But, 

 although "a rum 'un to look at," it 

 is a "good 'un to go," and every 

 hound in it, this fine huntingmorning, 

 looks hard and fit for anything. 



At their head rides our Master, as 

 fine a specimen of the British soldier- 

 sportsman as you would meet in a 

 day's march. (Poor Turner ! he 

 gave up the hounds not long after 

 the day I am here describing, and 

 he now lies buried on the banks of 



