A RUN WITH THE 

 The crowd go racing on. Over 

 yonder rise our fox is viewed ; a 

 minute later we are there, and see 

 the fun below. He doubles in some 

 grass, and round the beauties come, 

 just like a flock of pigeons wheeling 

 — a crash, a snarl, and they roll him 

 over in the bottom. Whowhoop I 



And while he is broken up in the 

 good old way, the knot of panting 

 men and horses is gradually added 

 to by stragglers coming up to join 

 the chatter and the talk about the 

 run. 



Then pipes are lit, and, in the best 

 of moods, we make our way once 

 more towards the upland, where the 

 farm of ^^ Filjee " stands out white 

 upon the hillside, bare except for 

 this one group of trees and build- 

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