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again with the hounds for a bit, recalling by- 

 gone dsLys, when he and General Astell — now 

 in India — were amongst our hardest riders. 

 We found a fox directly in Cockrow, who 

 went away like lightning, and led us a race 

 over the Hast Dorset country to Lockett's, 

 which he left on his left, and those unlucky 

 riders who left it to their right soon found 

 they were wrong, and had to gallop all they 

 knew to catch up the hounds, who, meantime, 

 were carrjang a fine head in the direction of 

 Hazelbury Brian, in which village they came 

 to a check, though the fox had been viewed 

 in an orchard. Orbell cast his hounds to the 

 right, and, recovering the line, he made it 

 nearly into Cockrow, but could not mark him 

 in again. We found next in Deadmore, and, 

 having chopped one there, could hardl}^ stay to 

 enjoy it, two hounds having gone on, on a 

 line up the hill. Clapping the pack on, Orbell 

 very soon had the satisfaction of handling his 

 morning fox. He could scarcely travel, and 

 was run into in the middle of a field. He had 

 given us a very pretty thirty minutes' run. We 



