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kill in the open. I well remember that morning 

 the horse I rode, and nearly every incident in the 

 gallop — I can recall no better at any time of the year. 

 The actual point was five miles, and, of course, as 

 hounds run it was much farther, so that to accom- 

 plish the whole in thirty-eight minutes was proof 

 enough of the pace. 



The fox picked out an ideal line and, though 

 some of the fences were full of leaf, there was never 

 anything to stop a good horse. Later in the day 

 we had a very fast burst from Thorpe Trussels to 

 Gaddesby Mill, so that, though it was only cub- 

 hunting, we can looking on this as a red-letter day 

 of the season. 



On the following Tuesday the Quorn had a very 

 remarkable run in the Narborough district, and 

 according to my notes it was an eight-mile point. 

 Foxes had been very scarce in this district, but 

 owing to the efforts of Mr. Rolleston — later to be- 

 come Sir John — the coverts, though small, were 

 fairly well stocked. I am not familiar with that 

 side of the country, but the fox appears to have 

 been found in Cosby covert and killed in Fleckney 

 village. Firr, unfortunately, had a bad fall early in 

 the run, when, to complicate matters, the whole 

 field, with two exceptions, got the wrong side of the 

 river and never saw hounds again. The exceptions 

 were Mr. Tempest Wade, and West, the second whip, 

 and it was due entirely to their efforts that the fox 

 was eventually killed. 



Hounds had run for an hour and a half, and 

 would have run into their fox unaided had not a 

 shepherd headed him ; but this caused a check at a 

 critical point. However, both the professional and 



