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Hounds went into the small swamp and almost immediately we heard them speak; the music rising above the treetops as they tracked the scent through the swamp. A Halloa! followed from the far side. A whip viewed the gray coyote our hounds had pushed out. Away we went, along the wood line and over the next field, listening to the hounds, finally to check but not for long.
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