I 8 1884. 



a find, and a cliorns of melody followed as they 

 pushed him out, on the south side, and rattled 

 him over Horsington Marsh — where the brook 

 and the fences gave us plent}^ of work — alongside 

 the Cale, to the South Western Railway, where 

 he turned left and crossed the river, greatly to 

 the detriment of at least one scarlet coat, and 

 went on to Rodgrove, in thirty minutes. He 

 then took a line up to the hills, and on for 

 Quarr Hollow, where, a heavy storm of rain 

 coming down, we completely lost him. Two 

 other foxes were "holloaed" in that flat ground, 

 but, though we hunted one slowly- back to 

 Rodgrove, we could only wonder, scent being 

 then so bad, how it was we had done so well in 

 the morning. So the Master trotted us back to 

 Makin Hill — (could this originally have been 

 Milking Hill ? ) — and, finding there, we had a 

 quick spin to Horsington, where he turned left 

 and back to Hatherley Farm, and dodged in 

 and out of the hedgerows, playing a game of 

 hide and seek with us, in which he had the 

 advantage, and we believe he got up into 

 Hatherle}' big oak. 



