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from every pack by which I have been hunted,
I must add, that having for a long time had
a wish to see that part of the N orthampton
country hunted till last year by the Duke of
Grafton’s hounds, in which the woods were of
immense size, having heard that T. Carter and
his killing pack had left the country, and
thinking it would be a place of greater security
for my old age, I went there last spring, but
had not been long settled in Puckland’s Woods
before I was disturbed by hearing another pack,
which soon found me out, and pursued me for
some time most closely, till at length they came
to a check. When listening, I heard a person
ride up and use these words to the huntsman:
“Well, what are you going to do now? You
had better be doing something; it’s no use stand-
ing still.” There was some reply, which I could
not hear. However I discovered that the man
addressed was Taylor the huntsman, and that
the pack was the remainder of that by which
I had first been hunted, when it belonged to
Mr. Osbaldiston. The only difference I could
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