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previous day. Our next, and historical fox, 

 went away from the New Gorse at Pulham, 

 and ran to Woodbridge Withybed, returning 

 to the same gorse, loth, apparently, to leave 

 the neighbourhood of the Green Man. He 

 then broke cover a second time, and, crossing 

 the Stock and Pulham road, ran alongside the 

 river to Hyde's Plantation and Brickell's 

 Wood, and on to Thomhill ; leaving Hargrove 

 on the right he went between Common Planta- 

 tion and Bagber Bridge, and swung into 

 Prior's Down. This was enough for most 

 people, and would have been for the fox, but 

 a friend of his took up the running, and, 

 jumping up under the ver}^ noses of the pack, 

 led them on at racing pace towards the river, 

 past Gibbs's Marsh, and then, more slowly, in 

 the direction of Henstridge, where they 

 whipped off at the end of ver}^ nearly two 

 hours ; some half-dozen riders only, including 

 the French gentlemen, having seen it from 

 find to finish. Regret was universal at the 

 Master's absence, a violent cold having kept 

 him indoors. It was, perhaps, the best scent 



