218 THE WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. [1853 



Charlie Jones, his boy, had a wonderful pony* which 

 would jump an}'thiug, and he used to follow his father 

 over lots of big fences. 



Mr. William Canning, of Uebden, near Barford, was a 

 distinguished representative of the farmers in the field, and 

 was always in the front rank, although riding 15st. 



Mr. Stanley, the celebrated veterinary surgeon at 

 Leamington, had so large a business that he did not hunt 

 very often, but when he did it was to some j)nrpose, for he 

 was one of the hardest and straightest riders we ever saw. 

 He was considered one of the best judges of horses in 

 Enghmd, and although he was so deaf that it was difficult 

 to carry on a conversation with him, he never made any 

 mistake as regards the soundness of a horse's wind. He 

 was so enthusiastic about a case, that if it was at all 

 doubtful or critical, he would sleep in the box. 



From the Lcrnjiinf/tou Spa Courier, January Sth, 1853 : 



Met at Leamington Kennels on Satnrday. Found in Wainliody Wood, 

 and ran to Allesley beyond Coventry. Distance eight miles. 



January 22nd. — SjjJendid run ivith the Warunckshire. — On Satnrday 

 last this i)ack met at Cnbbington Toll Bar. Found in Waverley Wood, and 

 went away in the direction of Stoneleigh Deer Park, which he passed, and 

 rattled along for Baggiiigton down to Sherbourne, and through the plantations 

 to Whitley Abbey, pursuing his course to Biuley, crossing- the railway near 

 Stoke, and leaving Coombe Al^liey on the left, through Brandon plantations, 

 and then doubled liack to Binley Common : here he bore away to Four 

 Oaks, but tiirning short to the left ran to ground in the plantations of 



* My father, Lord Willousfhby, bou.^ht it for us boys to ride, and before we were 

 promoted to the aforesaid Rapid Ehone it taught us a lot of hunting. When the 

 pony got old it could not keep up so well, and I remember one day my father came up 

 to me in a ploughed field, and found me blubbering like anything. " What are you 

 crying for, my boy ? Have you had a fall ? " " No, I haven't had a fall, papa, but 

 Charlie Jones can't keep up with the hounds. Boo-hoo ! Boo-hoo I " He didn't say 

 much, but was so pleased at my being keen, that he called me into the stableyard at 

 Kineton about a week or so after, and there I found a beaixtiful new pony, quite 

 young, and a hand higher, saddled for me. I never went so well though on Aunt 

 Sally as I did on Charlie Jones. One day I rode him at the Farnborougli Brook, 

 and got in, and the bridle came off, and he left me in the brook. I once rode 

 Charlie Jones to a meet at Wroxton or Swalcliffe, and we had a very good 

 run, and left off at Cliapel House, and I rode the pony back with my father and 

 brother twenty miles through Sliipston to Compton, when I was about twelve 

 years old. My brother, the present Lord Willoughby, used to ride a very spirited, 

 rather \-iolent Galloway called Marmion, but it was on the Rapid Rhone that he first 

 really began to be Ti-ith hounds, and he was riding tliis horse when quite as a lad he went 

 so well in the great run from \\niichford Wood to Dean Cross Roads in 1860, mentioned 

 on a later page. — W. E. V. 



