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nutes. They found a fox in Yelvertoft gorse, a 

 small coyert of four acres. Though surrounded 

 by a large field of sportsmen (or at least horse- 

 men), the fox broke through them, and was 

 apparently making for Hemplow Hills, where 

 are large coverts of gorse. Just ahead was 

 an almost impracticable wide high hedgerow, 

 which the hounds shot through, and then were 

 lost to sight. The Master rode over a single 

 high and strong rail and deep ditch, but was 

 not followed by one man. After a chase of 

 several miles they killed their fox, but not one 

 else of the field was present. It was only as 

 he was returning with the hounds that he was 

 overtaken by two of his men. He was told 

 the next day by Mr. G. Payne that when the 

 riders arrived at the top of the hill, neither 

 horse nor hounds were to be seen, men went 

 galloping about in all directions, and the scene 

 beggared all description. 



Shortly after the Yelvertoft run Mr. Smith 

 paid a visit to Mr. Vivian, in order to have a 



