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voice rang up tlie wood ; and the followers of tlie two 

 packs found themselves commlnglmg' — Mr. Sherbrooke, 

 indeed, leaving the Quorn (the nearer pack in the 

 morning) went on with the Belvoir, to see their fox killed 

 from his own covert. This was effected when — after 

 slower hunting round The Parson's — the circle was all 

 but completed, and their beaten fox got to ground in the 

 bank of the Smite, at no great distance from Sherbrooke's 

 Gorse. A full term of law was no use to his stiffened 

 limbs ; and when bolted he was speedily caught. Time 

 to ground, one hour and three minutes. Then they 

 went to Clawson Thorns, on the other edu'e of the Vale, 

 ran hard for some ten minutes on the upper ground, 

 when the pack divided — the stronger lot, with the whip 

 trying to stop them, plunging through Piper Hole Gorse, 

 and killing their fox some little distance beyond it. 

 Gillard, meantim.e, stuck to his line with three couple 

 and a half— the latter proving the scent by running very 

 fast for another eighteen minutes, by Scalford Bog and 

 Goadby Bullamore, near which the missing whip re- 

 appeared — with the body of the pack, the head of his fox, 

 and a dirty coat. Thence they quickly reached Stathern 

 Point, the commencement of the Belvoir ^A'oods — forty 

 minutes constituting the total run from Clawson Thorns, 

 and a violent storm drivino; everyone homeward. 



Monday, January 28th — though a Sunday visitation 

 of frost and snow had vanished as quickly as it came — - 

 was the first indifferent link in recent coils of the Quorn 

 daily history. A 'poor day, in less figurative language, 

 with an accompanying epithet added by Hearsay, who is 



