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December ist. — 



A very small field met at Hunter's Lodge. 

 A fox was found in Cockroad, who took us into 

 the heart of the Stourton Woods, but a worse 

 day for hearing never was, and not much better 

 for scent; so, after a gallop towards the Tower, 

 and on to the Convent, it became evident that 

 nothing could be done with that fox. Another 

 was soon a-foot in Stavordale, but a rattling 

 hailstorm befriended him, and some other of 

 Nature's vagaries did as much for another from 

 Penn Forest. So we left them and rode home 

 in a cold air, but it was hardly clear enough 

 to lead us to expect the frost which ensued. 



December 2nd. — 



The meet at Jack White's Gibbet could not 

 fail, from its frosty nature, to remind us of a 

 similar one at the same place just a year ago, 

 when on the eighth of December the meet 

 here preluded the cessation of hunting for a 

 week. However, though our horses had skated 

 a bit on the road to cover, there was not frost 

 enough in the grass to make hunting even 



