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within a mile of Goadby, it will be no matter of surprise tliat 

 the fox now under pursuit took advantage of them at once. 

 Beginning at Harby, the point where he reached them, he 

 followed their whole line without dwelling anywhere till he 

 attained the homestead known as Little Belvoir. Then, 

 dipping boldly into the open vale, he made his way over a 

 country that must have been quite unknown to him till he 

 could travel no longer, and threw up the sponge in Willoughby 

 village — one hour and thirty-eight minutes from the find. The 

 last three or four miles of this run (over the old Dalby 

 countr}', and to the left of the Curate) was i^retty and con- 

 tinuous hunting, the hounds working their line out fast and 

 cleverl}', over grass so deep and wet that galloping was quite 

 a matter of difficulty. 





A novel instance of the dangers attendant on hunting — and 

 one that fully deserves a place in the alarmist column periodi- 

 cally presented to our wives and mothers by the daily papers — 

 Avas furnished at the scene of the kill. A poor old "widow 

 woman" (as they would term her in the language of the soil) 

 hearing the hubbub, must needs run out of her cottage to see 

 the "hoonters." Fired by the same sounds, her one ewe 

 lamb, in the shape of an enormous sow, broke out of its sty to 



