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over a nice line of country; touching Wincanton, 

 and leaving it on our riglit, he led us straight 

 on, through Holbrook and Waddon Down to 

 Jack White's Gibbet, and here we practically 

 lost him at the end of a pretty gallop of thirty- 

 four minutes. We marked a feeble line towards 

 Bratton House, but in vain ; and tried to 

 persuade ourselves he had gone to ground 

 near Dean's Copse, but hounds would not 

 endorse that suggestion, so he was given up ; 

 and we soon found ourselves at Klscombe, 

 whence a whole family of foxes radiated in 

 different directions, and the last, who stayed 

 at home too long for his own good, was 

 chopped and eaten. Hounds were then laid on 

 the line of another, who took them a short 

 ring in the direction of Holton, but soon turned 

 back towards the cover and retired out of 

 sight in a sandy hole, whence he was soon 

 ejected and killed. A cold da}^ so it was real 

 luck getting the gallop in the morning. 



November 17th. — 



Found us at Mudford Bridge. Our necessary 



