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iLuntsman's face, exclaiming, ^'Here's the fox 

 that you said was lost," &c. &c. 



'Not to make this work too long, we must 

 now mention but one more run, and that is of 

 recent date. The Hampshire honnds met at 

 Thedden Grange, and fonnd in Sonthwood, in 

 the parish' of Shalden ; a spot perfectly well 

 known to Mr. Smith, as the scene of his 

 boyhood. He viewed the fox that the honnds 

 had fonnd, and at once told the Master (Mr. 

 Treadcroft) that it was a yixen (it was late in 

 the season) ; but the honnds were not stopped. 

 It ran straight for eight or nine miles to 

 Osden Common, which made the men langh 

 and jeer at his taking it for a vixen ; but the 

 result proved that he was right* When run- 

 ning through a large covert just beyond the 

 common, the great body of the hounds changed 

 to a fresh fox, and the Master wished to stop 

 the few that were going on with the hunted 

 one. Mr. Smith ad\dsed him not to do so, as 

 they were on their right scent; and the Master 



