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but we went to a ** holloa" on Beerhacket Hill, 

 and had an exceedingly pretty and fast gallop of 

 thirty minutes from here, by way of Conway's 

 Gorse and Whitfield to Tipples and Yetminster, 

 and lost him at the entrance of Ryme, over a 

 beautiful line of country. 



May I St. — 



Was anything but one's idea of May Day, 



a thick rain pervading everything. A good field, 

 however, assembled at Warrbridge Gate ; but the 

 day's sport was nothing, and for want of scent — 

 not of foxes — we could not kill a May fox to-day. 

 We found one in Brickies and another in Wood- 

 bridge Withybed, and walked after both — after 

 the latter for some 40 minutes — to Deadmore 

 Common. Found another in Stalbridge Park 

 Wood, and they ran merrily in cover, but could 

 do nothing out of it, though we followed him 

 slowly out of the Park near the old turnpike and 

 a little way along the fields in the direction of 

 Toomer, but could make nothing of it, so went 

 home, as no doubt the fox did also. 



