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WARWICK’S STORY.

In the month of March last I was lying in a
strong gorse covert, not far from Nuneham, when
after hearing the voice of Stephens, the huntsman
to the Atherstone hounds, I heard the following
remarks, by one sportsman to another, both
being on horseback, and waiting close to where
I was in my kennel.

“ Well, I do hate that silent system; had
Robert not been so sparing of his voice, or had
he only given one blast of his horn, when he
began drawing the small spinney just now, the
hounds would not have chopped that vixen in cub;
for vixens in that state are unable to run far, and
are unapt to move, till pressed to do so by the
approach of danger. She probably had been so