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for Cadbury Castle, where hounds were stopped, 

 after a good hunting run of one hour and twenty 

 minutes. A very cold trot home followed, and 

 the tingling of our fingers, the grim look of the 

 sky, and the slight crackling of young ice on the 

 ver}^ few puddles in the perfectly hard road, 

 somewhat prepared our minds for the possibility 

 of another spell of rest — predictions which were 

 verified. 



January 17th. — 



Jack Frost took his departure with sufficient 

 decision to enable us to give up watching the 

 thermometer and get into the saddle again. 

 Arrived at Middlemarsh, we were glad to see the 

 Master once more, surrounded b}^ his favourites. 

 Eager for work, the pack soon threw themselves 

 busily into the cover, and almost directly 

 their musical tongues proclaimed a find, and, 

 leaving the big woods close to the White Horse, 

 they were soon seen streaming over the open, 

 parallel to the Buttenvick Brook, northwards, 

 till presently they swung sharp to the right, 

 crossing the brook, and pointing for Glanvilles 



