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December 30th. — 



Tuesda}^ was a red letter da}^ for those 

 who hunt with these hounds. The meet was at 

 Jack White's Gibbet. That notorious character 

 does not usuall}' attract a large attendance, but 

 there was a fair muster this morning. The 

 calm weather and the continuance of a steady 

 east wind, combined with a rising glass, might 

 reasonably make one expect a scent, but few 

 anticipated the run that followed. We trotted 

 on the short distance to Hadspen, and hounds 

 were thrown into the covers in the Park. They 

 found quickl}', and the Master's horn from the 

 upper end soon brought Orbell and the pack 

 on to the line of a line old wolf of a fox, 

 which went awa\' as if he meant it. He first 

 took a sharp turn round Hadspen, which threw 

 out some of the field, and then went away 

 westward to Grove, and over the hilly ground 

 b}' Honeywick, in the direction of Ridge Barn 

 and Cole Crib, at a racing pace, making for 

 the railwa}^ near W3'ke Champflower ; he crossed 

 it here, and on account of this line and the 

 river Brue hounds were for some time alone. 



