A POTTERING DAY'S WORK 185 



On the appointed morning a fair sprinkling of sports- 

 men congregated at and about the place of meeting, 

 with a considerable number of pedestrians ; and the 

 hounds being thrown into Rhospenbua Wood, bold 

 Reynard deemed it advisable to vacate the premises 

 without waiting for forcible ejectment, and broke away 

 directly over the hills for about three miles and a half ; 

 then sinking into the vale, set his head straight for a 

 large head of earths on Brynfrannod {Anglice Peacock's 

 Hill), over a fine grass vale, intersected by the river 

 Vernieuw. A run, however, was not on the cards for this 

 occasion, although there was evidently a good straight- 

 running fox on foot ; for the huntsman not being with 

 his hounds when they came to a check in a grass field, 

 they could not again hit upon the scent, and another 

 fox being hallooed at the same time back on the hills, 

 the pursuit was given up, and a pottering day's work 

 the result from the failure of the scent, the mountain 

 tops being enveloped in mist. 



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