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peror Napoleon to Sir Charles Tempest for 150 gs., and 

 Blue Bell {£115) to Mr. Douglas. 



Of latter years Mr. Unthank has imbibed the popular 

 leaning towards the Booth blood, and began by buy- 

 ing old Benedict from Mr. Dickenson, of Ulverstone. 

 He kept him for two seasons, but to no great purpose, 

 as several of the cows cast calf to him, but a clever short- 

 legged yearling heifer, Jessie Brown, with fore-quarters 

 bearing all the stamp of her race, Lady Like Gwynyie, 

 and Venus remain to attest his stay. Mr. Unthank 

 swapped him in his thirteenth year with Mr. Torr, for 

 Freemason, by Vanguard, who was sold after a season's 

 use (of which twin bulls from Ormolu were one result), 

 to Mr. Reed, of Cupar Fife, and won the head prize at the 

 Cupar Show this summer. Prince Imperial, by Solon by 

 Abraham Parker, from a Skclton cow, and full of Cap- 

 tain Shaftoe blood on both sides, now divides the sway 

 with Master Hopewdl, though, of course, the latter, 

 from his superior blood, gets the great majority of the 

 cows. The former was first led out for us, and with the 

 exception of a slight patchiness on the top of his tail, 

 and horns which come nicely enough out of his head, 

 but do not perhaps " open" sufficiently, to our taste, 

 afterwards, he is every inch a show bull, and on a re- 

 markably neat leg. He went amiss while he was being 

 prepared as a two-year-old, for the Highland Society's 

 Show, in 1859 ; but he came out at Coldstream this 

 summer, and beat Mr. Tod's elegant, but sadly unfruit- 

 ful Statesman and a large field. Master Hopeicell, by 

 Hopewell (10332), from Mr. Barnes's Modish, by Baron 

 Warlaby, is a pure Booth importation from Ireland, and 

 now that Knight of Warlaby has left Captain Spencer's, 

 he is the only one in Cumberland. He is nothing very 

 much to look at, as he is kept very poor for use, 

 but handles right well, and has hair of the most 

 peculiar silky texture. His calves were just beginning to 

 come about the period of our visit, and Familiar Hope- 

 well, with a nice top and deep middle, occupied the 

 scene of the bellows drama. Ormolu Hopewell, whose 

 faint roan colour exactly brought back old Modish, and 

 our very piercing Saturday and Sunday in Meath, was 

 sucking a longhorn at the end of a byre ; and Hope- 

 well Gwynne was alike busy with a strange compound 

 of a Shorthorn and a Galloway. . 



The Gwynne tribe have flourished apace since Daphne 

 Gicynne arrived back from the West Countrie, into Mr. 

 Troutbeck's neighbourhood once more. Daphne herself 

 looks very gay for her years, and boasts of a wonderful 

 bag, which can furnish 30 quarts a day at times, and good 

 enough in colour and taste to make a Devonshire man 

 envious. Lady Like Gwynne, by Benedict, and Gaudy 

 Gwynne, by Sir Charles, are her two daughters. The 

 former has been sadly knocked about by having a calf 

 before she was two years old, and Gaudy, who keeps all 

 the fresh and healthy Gwynne character, derives her ap- 

 pellation from her heritage of the Sir Charles colour. 

 Alice Gwynne was a nice-coloured short-legged calf 

 from Lady Like Gwynne ; but Sir Henry Havelock, 

 from Daphne Gwynne, had only just got over the troubles 

 of a broken thigh. A cross between Prince Imperial and 

 Gaudy Gwynne had also suited pretty well in a bull- 



calf, which roamed the Front Garth with Primus and 

 Secundus. The patchiness of age had told upon Ba- 

 roness Emilia, by Baron Ravensworth (7811), who was 

 bred by Jlr. Stewart. Her daughter Emily was sold 

 to Colonel Towneley, and from her sprang the beautiful 

 Emma. She has great substance, and grand hind quar- 

 ters, and is the last that her owner has shown either 

 in Cumberland or Westmoreland. On one occasion Mr. 

 Unthank all but " skinned the lamb," when the '' Cum- 

 berland and Westmoreland" met at Appleby, by taking 

 nine animals, and getting eight firsts and one second ; 

 and the defeat of the prize heifer of this Society, and 

 the Carlisle prize heifer of the year as well, by Baroness 

 Amelia, at Penrith, was his last achievement in the ring. 



The Portia tribe, which goes back to Eden, son of 

 Gaiaford and Venus, still flourishes in Portia 4ih (the 

 dam of Enaperor Napoleon), her daughter Portia 

 bth, by Gavazzi, and her grand-daughter Venus, for 

 which Mr. Atherton recently bid lOO gs. in vain. Lady 

 Havelock, from Playful, a neat little cow, by Inker- 

 mann, also looked worth training ; and among the cows, 

 Bridesmaid 3rd, from Carr's Bridesmaid 2nd, and Miss 

 Frances, a lengthy, true style of animal, with a nice 

 snug fore-quarter, but not so neat as the white little 

 Familiar, though both of Booth descent, claimed a note 

 with 3Iiss Niyhtinyale, of Earl Spencer lineage. 

 Among the females, we also put a mark against Jessie, 

 from Prince Imperial's dam, and Lady, of the Bates 

 blood, with good substance and quality, but hardly the 

 neatness of some of the others. The promising white 

 Osborne, with a coat as long as an alpaca, was also 

 there, among seven or eight yearling bulls and bull- 

 calves, to wit. Prince Leopold and his brother 

 Gjribaldi, from Portia 5th, Inglewood, from Miss 

 Frances, Prince of Prussia, from Rose of Spring, and 

 Grand Master, from Baroness Emilia. The last five, 

 with the exception of the Prince of Prussia, were all by 

 Freemason, and for sale. We had, however, no time 

 to dwell, as two days had to be rolled into one ; and 

 Nunwick Hall to be reached, with a working-hour in 

 hand. 



A damp seven-miles ride past Plumpton— to which 

 the late " Bob Gordon" returned so often from the 

 Carlisle wrestling-ring with the Champion's belt round 

 his loins — and on through a fir-and-heather-clad country, 

 brought us at last to the pleasant vale of the Eden. The 

 afternoon shadows were chasing each other on the 

 Crossfell range behind ; and our companion, who was 

 cunning in cloud-language, foretold that the helm- 

 wind— of which we had heard the Rev. Mr. Watson of 

 Cumrew discourse so well, three-and-twenty years ago, 

 before the assembled savuns at Newcastle — would be 

 out for his wild revels among shed-roof and haystacks 

 before nightfall. Nunwick Hall, with its old manorial 

 grange, and its knoll of oak, ash, and sycamore, which 

 crowns the home-meadow, looks the Shorthorn-home to 

 the very life ; and the stone bulls rampant on the gate- 

 pillars keep fitting watch and ward. It is just two-and- 

 twenty years since Mr. Saunders became smitten with 

 " Hoof and Horn," and repaired to the sales at Low- 

 ther, where he purchased a son of Gainford, whose fame 



