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met by the Duke's keepers in their state 

 liveries, and we began immediately " yoiks, 

 wind him, my boys,." It being a cold dry 

 March day, and the earths imperfectly stop- 

 ped, we did not find, although I knew 

 there were plenty of foxes. Every time a 

 hare or rabbit got up before the hounds, 

 the keepers exclaimed " Sacre bleu, les 

 chiens Anglois are good for nothing, they 

 will not hunt either hares or rabbits !" To 

 give you a further idea of the notions 

 of a Frenchman with regard to fox-hunt- 

 ing, I will relate to you another circum- 

 stance which I know to have occurred, but 

 it was in England. A French gentlemen 

 being out one day, when several coverts 

 having been drawn without success, the 

 master of the hounds, to the great joy of 

 the field, trotted off to a piece of gorse in 

 an open country, at a great distance from 

 any other coverts. They found, but unfor- 

 tunately Reynard was immediately headed 



