A September Gallop 



The sun has got out now, and with the sun 

 has come a little breeze which has dispersed 

 the dewdrops from the hedges, and as hounds 

 go on to break fresh ground there is certainly 

 an improvement in the weather. A covert or 

 two have been drawn blank, and a small covert 

 has held a single old fox, who of course has 

 been left for another day, for we are nothing if 

 not orthodox, we who go cub-hunting on these 

 early autumn mornings. 



The day grows hotter in spite of the little 

 breeze as we reach a wood of some fourteen 

 acres. In this covert hounds are soon at work 

 again, and the natural conclusion is that they 

 have got amongst the cubs which belong to the 

 covert in which they had found the single old 

 fox. Scarcely have they been at work five 

 minutes when a fox breaks gallantly. There 

 is no mistake about the business-like way in 

 which he faces the country, and the defiant whisk 

 of his brush as he makes for the smeuse in the 

 hedge. He has been at the game before, so 

 the few hounds that got away close at his brush 

 are promptly stopped. Almost at the same 



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