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piloting the way. After crossing the railway 

 between Ashwell and Whissendine stations, the 

 huntsman fell, and Mr. Alfred Brocklehurst getting 

 the lead cheered hounds on, bored through a thick 

 bullfinch, and got the treasured remains away from 

 the savaging pack. The time of this fine run was 

 two hours and five minutes, the first twenty-five 

 and the last thirty being most brilliant. " When I 

 picked myself up," said Frank, as he continued the 

 narrative, " I found a big man in a billy-cock hat, 

 shepherd's Sunday clothes, and a red Handkerchief 

 round his neck, pushing up against me, and as I 

 thought putting himself unduly prominent in the 

 group round the baying hounds. I therefore asked 

 him to stand on one side. He laughed at me, and 

 then I thought it was a face I knew. Sure enough 

 it was Colonel Gosling, who, with many others, 

 had come to grief at Coston brook early in the run, 

 and he was hardly recognisable in a shepherd's 

 Sunday clothes. My word, he did use to send 

 his horses along ; it was in or over with him ! " 



A remarkable day's sport happened on February 

 13th, hounds running a stout fox for over two 

 hours from Ingoldsby Wood by Osgodby, back 

 to Humby and Ropsley, before they marked to 

 ground near Weaver's Lodge. To illustrate the 

 finish we might borrow the old picture of Selby 

 Lowndes' hounds killing their fox under an old 

 lady's petticoats. Directly the fox bolted from 

 a long drain down a field, he made straight for 

 two women from the village, and they ran for 

 the nearest fence. One managed to scramble over, 



