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It is likely to be awkward for some of the family 

 to all appearance, but she is not personally con- 

 cerned, and the young people must take care of 

 themselves. I remember a long correspondence 

 on the subject of '' foxes in trees," that once 

 occupied a good many columns of a well-known 

 sporting journal, and smile at this proof positive 

 of the fact that foxes do frequent trees — if any- 

 body with any experience of foxes really doubted 

 it. But there is a grand hubbub at the other side 

 of the cover. The ground has been a good deal 

 foiled by hunting backwards and forwards ; the 

 master has told his men to " let him get away if 

 he will," and away he has surely gone. The 

 pack come streaming out, Sir Henry takes hold 

 of his horse's head, and, with the field after him, 

 away we go. 



" I do believe we're in for a gallop ! " some 

 one cries. 



"Looks hke it, doesn't it? Come up, 

 horse ! " a figure in a very muddy coat responds 

 - -it is the too ardent jumper of ditches — as he 

 tempts fate again, and is this time aided by 

 good fortune, while less eager spirits gallop for 

 the gateway. 



Straight ahead are stubble and plough, 

 and we go at a pace that promises to soon 

 make some of the horses, not yet in good con- 



