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away there were not more than a dozen all told. 

 Hounds ran like the wind to the river, crossing, 

 luckily for us, by the bridge, and then on for 

 Holwell Church to Bulhams, bearing left almost 

 to Holwell Plantation, and into Holwell Gorse, 

 in twenty-three brilliant minutes. On, past the 

 Pulham Gorses, and into the road, then round 

 the Green Man and into the New Gorse, where a 

 rattling thunderstorm, with torrents of rain and 

 snow, effectually lost hounds their well-merited 

 fox. The Master drew back most carefully 

 for him, and presently a fox jumped up under 

 their noses out of a fence, and raced to King 

 Stag and to the river, which was much wider 

 than he liked, but, however, he swam it with 

 hounds close after him, and we thought they 

 had got him. He slipped away, by a clever 

 turn, and ran hard for Hyde's Plantation, but, 

 just before we got to Brickell's, another of those 

 heavy storms came down, and, deluging the 

 country, most unnecessarily saved his life. We 

 found another in Holtham, and, running through 

 Thornhill and by Hargrove, he led us a very 

 pretty ring for five-and-thirty minutes, and then, 



