coursing under Blodwell Rock, near Porthywaen lime works,
he unkennelled a very large dog fox; and having two couple of beagles,
they pursued him through the extensive covers near that rock to the
summit of Llanymynech hill; but being very hard run, he made a short
turn passing through the Gorwell covers, and along the banks of the
river Turnet, near to the village of Llanyblodwell. The beagles then
approached him so near, that he was under the necessity of taking the
road for Llandu; and leaving those covers on the left, he returned much
fatigued, near to the place where he was first started. He then went
through a large cover called Cowman's Ruff, and back to Llanymynech
hill; and in a lime quarry there, he stopped for his little pursuers,
who, having run him in view under that hill, opposite the village of
Llanymynech, he ascended a craggy rock, and got into a subterraneous
passage of great length formerly worked, it is supposed, by the Roman
miners. Bold Reynard being somewhat warm could not long remain in so
close a confinement, but had the audacity to make his appearance at the
mouth of the passage, and fought his way out, in defiance of the beagles
and a brace of greyhounds, which he had beaten before; and taking a
direction the same way back, for a considerable distance up a narrow
precipice in another part of the rock, he had no alternative of escaping
but by throwing himself down a declivity a little further on, at least
forty feet high, without any apparent injury. He then ran near to the
turnpike gate at Llanymynech, but being met by a canal boat, he altered
his course, and ran over the Stair Corrig Held, where he took another
prodigious leap and then ran along the turn pike road to Oswestry,
having stopped a few minutes in a small close near Llynckly, and the
beagles ran him in view for a considerable way, and he was taken alive
after a hard chace of more than four hours, with little or no
intermission.

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WILTSHIRE PASTIME.

The play at singlestick at Salisbury races on Wednesday was very dull,
there being no players of note to meet the Somersetshire men, who
carried off the prize easily. On Thursday, however, James Lyne arrived,
on his return from Magdaline bull fair, and Maslen came in from Devizes.
Some fine play was now displayed--Maslin and John Wall had no less than
thirty-five bouts, and at length Wall gave in, not being able longer to
keep his guard.

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