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fox over handsomely in the open. There was a 

 thick fog that day, and the majority of people had 

 no idea in what direction they were going. 



In the same week the Belvoir had a very smart 

 five-and-twenty minutes from Newman's Gorse, 

 when the fox managed to find a rabbit hole big 

 enough to shelter him. Grand National day again 

 provided the Quorn with a good run, and finding 

 a fox in Barkby-Holt they killed him near Ashby 

 Folville; but the distance was much greater, as 

 Carr Bridge, Lowesby and Quenby were included 

 in a wide loop. The next day the Cottesmore had 

 a smart gallop in the morning and a good hunting 

 run in the afternoon ; in both instances Thatcher 

 had the satisfaction of handling his foxes. 



Every follower of the Quorn regretted that 

 Capt. Burns-Hart opp was resigning the master- 

 ship of that pack. No master has ever worked 

 harder in the interests of a hunt, and no man has 

 ever met with such a long series of misfortunes 

 in his endeavour to show sport ; but, in spite of 

 cruel luck, he won through in the end. There 

 were occasional lean times, but, on the whole, the 

 period of his mastership showed an extraordinary 

 average of good sport. 



I had begun hunting this season as usual, but 

 found that after two hours in the saddle my head 

 would not stand it, and, in consequence, was able 

 to do very little riding. 



Some remarks of mine about hunting in " pink," 

 which appeared in the Field that season, are here 

 added, as I think it is a point that should not be 

 lost sight of. 



" On the occasion of the last day's hunting it 



