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very white frost, but it was not black at heart, 

 and by half-past eleven had kindly disappeared. 

 From the meet at Pulham we moved on to 

 Holwell Plantation, and a fox went away at once, 

 heading for Glanvilles Wootton, turned right 

 at Buckshaw Brook, and checked there after a 

 ten minutes' gallop. We made a feeble line on 

 for Buckshaw Brake, but in vain, and turned 

 back for Holwell, but just as we emerged one 

 by one out of the narrow, watery lane, the fox 

 jumped up in the grass in front of hounds, 

 who, catching a view at him, raced him over a 

 field or two, then hunted him on to Oschill, 

 and across the water by a handy ford ; 

 through Berkeley Gorse, and on by Holnest 

 Park, which they ran over very prettily to 

 Ashtree Copse, on past Cancer Drove, back to 

 Longburton, and out again to Six Acres, 

 where, with a failing scent, hounds were 

 whipped off. As we had been galloping and 

 jumping for two hours and twenty-five 

 minutes we were not reluctant to take our 

 horses home. 



