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Phippen's withybed at Queen Camel, but he 

 was not at home, and so we dispersed. 



November 24th. — 



Pylle Station was some way off, but the 

 crisp feeling of a sharp frost was enlivening, 

 and so was the almost immediate find in Mr. 

 Carey's cover by the railroad ; there was not 

 scent enough, in spite of the frost, to make a 

 run of it, and the fox had plenty of time, after 

 passing by the back of Mr. Carey's house, to 

 get away for Foxearths, near which he went 

 to ground under the High Road, so he was 

 soon dug and eaten. Our next find was in 

 Snooks, and our fox ran well away from there 

 past Cocknel, heading for Withielcombe, but, 

 bearing back left-handed, he made for the 

 gully under Pennard House, and tried to get 

 to ground at the Mills. Whether he succeeded 

 in this or not it is not for me to say, as the 

 Master, making a wide cast, hit off a feeble 

 line only, in the swampy lane heading for 

 IvUtsham, and he whipped off at about half- 

 past two, as hounds could not carry the scent. 



