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penetrable stake and bound with his knees and turned 

 over into the field beyond. The wind is knocked out of 

 horse and rider, and both rise to their feet rather ruefully, 

 Paddock blinking his eyes, and not quite knowing in what 

 direction to look for his horse, till he feels the reins, which 

 he has held in his hand more by instinct than from 

 intention. 



High Elm Gorse, on the top of a hill still some two 

 miles distant, is felt to be the fox's point, but Dairymaid, 

 racing away at the head of the pack by herself, swings to 

 the left ; Wanton follows her ; Damsel, steaming on 

 straight ahead, leads five or six couple over the fence 

 before them ; but Kanger detaches himself from the main 

 body and settles on to the line Dairymaid has taken, 

 running parallel to the ditch. The others soon throw 

 up their heads, and the whip gets forward to put back 

 those who have been led away by the deceptive Damsel, 

 a handsome young hound gifted with stoutness and 

 speed, but with no idea at all of hunting. Something 

 has diverted the fox from his line, but what it can be 

 there is not time to think, for a farmer on his cob some 

 half-mile ahead is standing in his stirrups with his cap 

 in the air. He is a man to be trusted, so the huntsman 

 lifts his hounds, and with his now diminished following 

 gallops in the direction indicated. The farmer trots for- 

 ward to meet him. 



* He came through the fence just there ! He's dead 

 beat.' (The man who sees the hunted fox usually says 

 this.) * Yes — that's it ! ' he cries, as old Eanger hits it 

 off, and with a joyful burst one after another the pack 

 cross to it. Through a gate into a green lane — gates 

 are welcome to all now — and as luck will have it, up this 

 lane the Maizeley detachment come galloping. Few of 



