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a noted grey pony — having given her father 

 the go by; even at this early age — seemed to think 

 the best part of the fun was the fact of her 

 having escaped for a while from parental control. 

 Every one of these hounds is a draft from some good 

 pack of foxhounds ; they stand twenty-one inches in 

 height; are in magnificent condition, and run like 

 racehorses. This is the secret of the capital sport 

 that they show. Instead of ringing about, as hares 

 will do when not hard pressed, such is the dash and 

 speed of the Brighton Harriers, that puss is bound to 

 go straight if she would get away from them. A 

 second hare was speedily found, and a capital hunting 

 run followed. The scent appeared to have grown 

 cold, and Mr. Dewe allowed the hounds to hunt every 

 inch of the way, and they picked out the scent over 

 the cold plough land in a way that showed that they 

 could stoop as well as go the pace. This hare, how- 

 ever, was not to be caught. A third being found, I 

 left them running hard, thinking my horse had had 

 enough of it ; but though we had careered over hill 

 and dale for many hours regardless of consequences, 

 yet so plucky was this sturdy animal, that he was as 

 fresh and ready to go when I rode him homewards as 

 he was when I mounted him in the morning. 



Availing myself of the opportunity so politely 

 offered me by Mr. Dewe, I visited the kennels of the 

 Brighton Harriers, which stand within a short dis- 

 tance of the station ; but, buildings having sur- 

 rounded them on all sides, they are to be replaced by 

 new ones — not before they are wanted. Sherwood, 

 who fills the double post of whip and kennel hunts- 

 man, is to be congratulated on having as good a pack 



