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November 25th. — 



All the bright look of frost had given 

 place to a dark, foggy atmosphere, and the 

 White Post Gate, at Oborne, looked as gloomy 

 as possible. After running two foxes to ground, 

 one from Holway and one from Hack Hill, 

 we went on to Trent, and roused another out 

 of the turnips near Trent Gully ; ran over the 

 gully, and, bearing left, came to a slight check, 

 but, soon recovering the line, hounds ran sharply 

 down to Trent, through both the covers, and 

 on, heading for Hull Mill ; they turned short 

 back at the Railway, going for Trent again, 

 and then, turning right-handed, they crossed 

 the road as if for Compton, and ran along the 

 brook, right back to Barrow, in fifty-five minutes. 

 There was another slight check, but we soon 

 went on, passing the turnip field which had 

 been his happy home, and once more along 

 the guUey ; thence over the railway and over 

 Hummer Lane, past an oak tree which he, or 

 some of his relations, often visit, and hounds 

 worked up to him in a hedge. However, he 

 got a start over some fine pastures, and 



