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finish, and never gave him a chance of breathing or turning. 

 A field so hot, and red, and happy, and talkative — I would 

 that our artist had been there to paint it. 



Just as brilliant scent prevailed when, after an unpleasant 

 ride back along a canal towing path, the same company set off 



again from The Curate. But this time their fox was a very 

 different animal. He, too, went down into the Vale ; but ran like 

 a cub that knew little country. Twice he was close to Sher- 

 brooke's Covert ; then he ran through the village of Hickling 

 and back by The Parson's. But through all his meanderings 

 hounds were able to push him hard — most of the time over 

 pretty grass country — and after fifty minutes bowled him 

 over also — in the very field whence the fox of the morning 

 had sprung. 



