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Bagber, which is now but a name, but which 

 once was an inn. We drew Bagber Copse and 

 Queen's Copse, and then found a fox in Sir 

 Richard's thick gorse ; he took us, at a sort of 

 stately minuet pace, a ring round the cover, 

 and left us altogether near Lydlinch Withybed. 

 We then found in the cover close behind Mr. 

 Dawe's Farm, and, getting well away with him, 

 were well prepared for a fine run ; but the fox, 

 not being of the same mind, went to ground 

 almost instantly — certainly not more than three 

 fields off. There was a talk of a terrier and a 

 spade, but he spared us the trouble by bolting 

 himself, having no doubt remembered a better 

 hole on the other side of the field, to which 

 he betook himself. This exasperating conduct 

 met with its reward, for, being poked out with 

 a hedgestake, hounds did not give him another 

 chance, and it was well they took their dinner 

 then, for they did not get another. Several 

 were in Prior's Down, our next draw after 

 Common Plantation, but tlie}^ were unwilling 

 to leave home, and when one was at last 

 persuaded to do so, he went away by rail, 



