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quarter of an acre, when a party were shooting
not far off, and I suddenly heard one of them
exclaim, “ Look out, there goes a fox; he jumped
up close by me. There he goes, straight away.
I wish the hounds were here.”

In the course of an hour after this, I was again
startled by hearing, “ Tally-o! tally-o! there goes
another fox! Don’t mistake him for a hare, and
shoot him; he’s close to you, in the clump be-
tween!” And then again the same loud voice,
— There he goes, right across the park; what a
fine fellow he is!”

It shortly afterwards became my turn to exhibit.
They came to the clump where I was, and a man °
who went in beyond directly called out, “There
goes a hen pheasant; there go two, three!” and
so on. He had just cried out, “That makes
thirteen hen pheasants!” when a spaniel rushed
into the thick bushes, and obliged me to face the
whole party. A glorious cheering they gave me;
and when they had expressed their surprise and
satisfaction, the keeper assured them of his belief,
that there were as many pheasants left as had

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