By C. E. Malone.
The hounds bayed as they smelt the fox, the hunters cantered on their horses, pushing them hard. The foxhounds swerved along the side of a field and the huntsmen changed their course. They could see the brownish red of the fox's coat as it ran for its life.
The fox scampered on, past a meandering river and under the gate leading out on the moorland. The hounds went over the low stone wall, closely followed by the horses. The fox heard the horns of the huntsmen and ran on.