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had been forgotten by the members of Mr. 

 Trelawny's hunt, he was always spoken of and 

 readily remembered as that daring rider " L'//// 

 oil V autre." 



From the southern side of the county, by 

 none perhaps, was this rivalry in riding carried 

 to a higher pitch than, much against his wish, 

 by Mr. Trelawny's servants. Limpetty, the 

 huntsman, on a wonderful little animal called 

 Jack Sheppard, was utterly uncontrollable on 

 such occasions ; go he would, if hounds were 

 running hard, at a castle wall or over the mouth 

 of a coal-pit ; while poor Jack Gumming, the 

 whip, who afterwards broke his neck with the 

 Grafton hounds, if not under the immediate eye 

 of his master, was equally fearless and equally 

 headstrong. 



On one occasion, Russell had intimated to 

 Mr. Trelawny that, if he met at Cuzzicombe 

 Post and drew an acre of gorse hard by, he 

 would probably find a flyer. Accordingly, 

 meeting there, a trimming run after Trelawny's 

 own heart — one of forty minutes — proved to 

 be the happy result. The fox was in view, the 

 hounds running into him and Limpetty "home 

 to their sterns," when a barrier interposed, 

 which no man with a heart less intrepid than 

 his own would have dared to encounter. It 

 was a flood-hatch, broad, deep, and dangerous ; 

 and a thrilling sight it was to see him on Jack 



