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soon on foot, and hounds after it. They were 

 quickly out of sight, and were stopped after the 

 first check ; a long wait near Hornblotton Wood, 

 the fog getting denser the while, ended in the 

 word for home. 



January loth. 



The fog was nearly as bad ; but from West 

 Hill Gate (or Cross Roads, as it is now 

 advertised), we drew Honeycombe, and ran along 

 that cover and Thornford, over the river, to 

 Nether Compton, where we lost. This was all 

 slow hunting. We had another run in the after- 

 noon ; hounds finding their fox in Crackmore 

 and thence by Hanover, Purse Caundle, and 

 Bowden, ending, I believe, near Martin's Wood. 

 But by this time everybody had lost hounds and 

 each other, and the country was dotted over with 

 solitary sportsmen, some asking where hounds 

 were, others their way home. 



January 12th. — 



The fog was still supreme. The meet 

 to-day was at Middlemarsh, and it was voted 



