BARKBir GORSE TO TILTON. 



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signalised with blood. A seven-mile point is no every- 

 day occurrence here, whatever it may be in other, per- 

 haps more fortunate, shires — and this gallop had a dozen 

 happier qualities than its point. I have only to add — 

 what most of us will deem a welcome equivalent to a kill 

 ■ — that our gallant fox lay exhausted on the Tilton rail- 

 way, till the platelayers caught and put him imh armed 

 into a bag. He was then conveyed back to Baggrave, 

 where under the tender care of Mr. Muggleton, he shortly 

 recovered not only strength but appetite — and is now 

 again at large, to give us another such gallop. 



