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road at Holne Bridge, where he was headed (or changed his 

 mind) and, turning, again passed Ausewell Cottage and the 

 lieather where he was found, and broke across the Ash- 

 burton — Chagford road, the pack chiming merrily through the 

 deep woodland of Borough Wood and up the Pensland Valley 

 almost to Cold East Cross, just short of which he crossed the 

 Woodland — Widdicombe road into Halshanger Mire. Here, 

 on the open moor, the pace improved, and the pack drove 

 along by the wall, pointing for Rippon Tor, but broke left- 

 handed close to the Logan Rock, crossed the Chagford road, 

 and ran through Newhouse Mire to Bonehill Rocks and 

 Chinkwell Tor. Then, dropping down the Widdicombe 

 Valley to Stone Gorse, the hounds regained the open moor on 

 Hamildown, the horses being put to it to live with them, and 

 crossed Wood Pitt and the deep gullies between that and 

 Heathercombe Brake. Here the work was cut out by 

 Platoff (a Haldon Samson dog) and little Heroine (the 

 smallest hound in the pack) from the Old Berks. Platoff was 

 a coarse dog about the neck and shoulders, and old Collings 

 shouted to me as we galloped along together (there was no 

 one else within hail) to ' look at little Heroine and that great 

 lumbering brute ! ' 



" The pack raced along outside Heathercombe and on past 

 Coombe Farm to Lower Hookner Farm and Shapley Farm, 

 and killed in the garden of Puddavin Cottage, close to 

 Beetor Cross and nearly at Moor Gate. The hounds made a 

 great mess of the cottager's cabbages, but the delighted 

 master compensated him so handsomely as to make him 

 wish for another visit. 



" From Holne Bridge to Beetor Cross is 8| miles by a 

 rule on the map. As hounds ran, I should say it was quite 

 fourteen. Time one hour and forty-five minutes. Hounds 

 had practically no assistance from find to finish. 



" II. The second of these runs took place a month later, 

 early in January, 1889. Found in Buckland Wood and took 

 a turn in cover ; then away over the open moor by Buckland 

 Beacon to Newhouse Mire, Rippon Tor and through Bagtor 

 Mire. Here the fog is very bad and we miss the pack. I 

 remark : ' I think I hear them on our left.' Collings thinks 



