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they have turned right, down the bog to Bagtor Wood, and 

 is worried. He shouts to me : ' Damme ! thinking won't do. 

 Master WilHe, are you sure ? ' At that moment, a tail hound, 

 old Raglan (by Belvoir Dashwood — Their Ruin), comes along 

 and confirms my statement that hounds are left-handed, and 

 away we sail again (only the two of us there) to Heytor Rock, 

 past ' No. 1 ' quarry, and along the whole length of Heytor 

 Down to Yarner. We go through Yarner Wood at a hand 

 gallop, then on to Pullabrook, over the Bovey river to Ridge 

 Wood, across the Lustleigh railway and kill our fox on the 

 top of Knowle Hill, on the Chudleigh side of Lustleigh village. 

 One curious feature of the run was the pace at which hounds 

 pushed their fox through Yarner Wood, and another was that 

 in the last fence, where they caught the fox, the poor brute 

 put his foot in a trap, and I was nearly kicked in the head by 

 a frightened horse in consequence. As I threw the gin over the 

 hedge and jumped quickly after it, the horse smelt the fox 

 and let fly, and I saw his shoes flash in front of my face. The 

 point was said at the time to be nine miles. I forgot the time, 

 but believe it was very little over the hour. 



" III. The thu-d run took place on the 6th March, 1889, in 

 the afternoon. The pack had killed a fox in the morning 

 without much sport and with no scent. 



" The run started from Lizwell Wood, which forms the 

 extreme northern end of the chain of woodlands around 

 Buckland and belonged then to the Misses Carew ; it is now 

 the property of Colonel W. E. T. Bolitho. The fox — a vixen 

 — was found in the clitter above Webburn Meet ' under the 

 old holly bush,' where Bill French, the Spitchwick keeper, 

 said they would find. The pack settled to the line, recrossed 

 the river Webburn to Buckland and checked just under 

 Buckland Court. Collings persevered, and recovered the 

 line, and again the pack recrossed the valley and river to 

 Lizwell Wood. Old Dr. Gaye and I watched them from the 

 Buckland side, and decided not to follow, as scent seemed 

 still very poor. But when I saw the hounds freshen up and 

 cross the West Webburn to Black Tor and run through 

 Leusden churchyard, on the opposite side of the valley, I 

 wished the Doctor good-bye and went helter-skelter down to 



