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were a gallant little pack, and three parts 

 of them were of Lord Egremont's sort. 

 Hunting too late is attended with great 

 destruction of foxes, and in consequence 

 you often pay dear, the next season, for 

 your spring hunting. About the second 

 week in March I was always in anxious 

 doubt on finding, to know whether it was a 

 vixen fox; on those occasions there is ge- 

 nerally some quick-sighted fellow, who vo- 

 lunteers his opinion one way or the other 

 (which alarms you the more) ; and I have 

 seen hounds by mistake stopped from a 

 dog fox, and halloo'd to the scent of a 

 vixen. A friend of mine, who was a strict 

 preserver, and took pleasure in seeing other 

 people amused through his means, used to 

 exclaim, " if you hunt late, and kill my old 

 bitch fox that has bred you so many litters, 

 I never will forgive you." 



I have no doubt you will think it a bold 

 assertion on my part when I say, I have seen 



