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our fox, now dodging, they were at last obliged to give 

 up. The point made was a six-mile one, and hounds ran 

 quite seven or eight. It was a long trot back into our 

 own country, as the run extended nearly the whole 

 distance into the territory of the Surrey Union ; and there 

 were not more than a dozen of the field left when we 

 reached Banstead Park, the starting point of another run 

 which quite eclipsed that of the morning, both in pace 

 and country. We found at once in Mr. Garton's park, 

 hounds bustling their fox out over the railway and 

 through Chiphouse Wood before some of us realized that 

 they were gone. A slight turn enabled us to get on 

 terms with them again as they raced through Outwood, 

 not dwelling an instant, and streaming on to Shabden 

 Park. Leaving Chipstead Church on the left, we followed 

 as best we could in the wake of hounds down the slope 

 over the Brighton Road, and up over the Merstham 

 Tunnel ; but, by this time, most of our horses had had 

 enough, and one by one dropped out. Hounds, however, 

 never checked for a moment, and those few whose horses 

 had a bit left in them struggled on after the disappearing 

 pack. Doubling back over the road at Merstham, the 

 fox waited in Boorsgreen Wood, and narrowly escaped 

 the jaws of the pack, but, slipping out, made for Cold- 

 roast Farm, and back towards Shabden Park. Unfor- 

 tunately he was headed, and turning right-handed crossed 

 the road close to Chipstead Church. It was now almost 

 dark, and as there were only the whipper-in and three of 

 us left, and we could scarcely get a trot out of our tired 



