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devoured their well-earned prey — a big old 

 yellow fox ; and rarely, indeed, have we seen 

 the Vale hounds run up on to those hills to 

 kill and eat one there ! 



March 3rd. — 



In a soaking rain we went to Warrbridge, 

 and our first find was in Stock Wood, from 

 whence, after the usual turn through Brickells, 

 by which the foxes generally manage to throw 

 out the field, though not the hounds — down 

 he went by Hollow Hill almost to the meet, 

 but, turning right before he got to the bridge, 

 he took us a pretty gallop over those pastures 

 almost to Lydlinch ; but he crossed the river 

 just short of it and made for Bagber Gorse ; 

 here he turned at Cook's Farm and re-crossed 

 the river to the Boar's Head Orchard. Up to 

 this point the scent was really good, but from 

 here, whether he got too good a start, or how 

 it was we cannot say, but our line back to 

 Brickells was weak and faint, and we could 

 scarcely carry it. Up to the Orchard the time 

 was forty minutes. We then ran through 



