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Bagber, in twelve minutes. Being probably 

 blown, he retired to ground to recover his 

 wind, but soon bolted himself, and, re-crossing 

 the river, and passing the Three Boars' Heads, 

 he went on, leaving Lydlinch Church on his 

 right ; here a gentleman in red got a fall by 

 galloping as hard as he could go at a deep 

 drop ; then on b}^ Lydlinch Common, leaving 

 Stock on his left, to Stroud and Lanes ; and 

 then, more slowly, to the Holts, where he ran 

 us out of scent after a forty-eight minutes' 

 run. The afternoon run, though occupying 

 nearly two hours first and last, will also be 

 recorded by the vulpine race as one of their 

 many triumphs over mankind, for, in spite of 

 galloping in and out of Stock, Brickies, 

 and Woodbridge, once even getting to Rooks- 

 moor, when we thought it was all right, we 

 could not kill him, and hounds went home 

 about five o'clock as hungry as when they 

 started, or more so. 



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We met at Jack White's Gibbet, and in 



