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Here the hounds came
to a check, but Mr. Bragg, who had ridden gallantly on his
favourite bay, as fine an animal as ever went, though somewhat
past work of mouth, was well up with his hounds, and with a
'gentle rantipole!' and a single wave of his arm, proceeded to
make one of those scientific rests for which this eminent huntsman
is so justly celebrated. Hitting off the scent like a coachman,
they went away again at score, and passing by Moorlinch Farm
buildings, and threading the strip of plantation by Bexley Burn,
he crossed Silverbury Green, leaving Longford Hutch to the right,
and passing straight on by the gibbet at Harpen. Here, then, the
gallant pack, breaking from scent to view, ran into their box in
the open close upon Mountnessing Wood, evidently his point from
the first, and into which a few more strides would have carried
him. It was as fine a run as ever was seen, and the grunting of
the hounds was the admiration of all who heard it. The distance
could not have been less than ten miles as a cow goes.


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