CAPE FOXHOUNDS 

 ditch and boundary bank next cause 

 some grief, and farther on an ugly 

 dry ravine brings down the Master 

 and turns a large proportion of the 

 field to seek another way. 



Hounds now are tailing off a bit. 

 Young Ranger leads the rest, as is his 

 wont, by quite a hundred yards : 

 he's far too fast, but we cannot well 

 afford to trim our pack, else might 

 we well dispense with Colleen, too — 

 a small dark bitch, whose only place 

 is at the Master's heels ; and even 

 when he's down, she waits to see him 

 safely up again. 



Our fox now runs us through a 

 farmstead, where, among the cattle- 

 kraals, we get some stone-wall lep- 

 ping. At length we reach the tract 

 of heath and dunes that forms the 

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