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turf over tlie high road to enable the Warwickshire to get 

 over it, l)ut he answered, "I will have the brush mounted 

 wdth silver, with the inscription on it, ' This is the brush of 

 the fox which took the Warwickshire twenty-five years to 

 kill.' " Notv^ithstanding this we have recorded several 

 good runs, with more than one fox killed in the Heythrop 

 country, and we shall record others. 



I remember Mr. Greaves, who was in a small field at 

 the time the hounds were running their fox in view, saying 

 to me, " This is five shilling corner and they'll handle him 

 soon." He had been at this place only once before, many 

 years since. 



Wells, before he came to the Warwickshire, had been 

 for eleven seasons at Wynnstay, and for one season with 

 Lord Southampton. He was a very promising huntsman, 

 and he had the best voice we ever heard. His early death, 

 which took place in 1800, at the age of only thirty-eight, 

 was a very sad event. His frame was not sufficiently 

 strong for the arduous duties of a huntsman, and his 

 illness only lasted ten days.* 



In May, 1860, I joined the Warwickshire Yeomanry. 

 At the first mounted drill of the troop in Avhich I was, 

 the Sergeant-Major, who had only lately returned from 

 foreign service, had on his old uniform, which was the 

 worse for wear. He said to one of the yeomen (the 

 regiment was then composed entirely of farmers, who were 



rather independent) : " Dress up, Mr ." The man 



who had received the word of command replied : " Dress 



up ! You be d d ! I am a great deal better dressed 



than you are." When the regiment w^as on permanent 

 duty, at a mounted drill I heard a man in the ranks say : 

 "William, you have got your foot in my stirrup." The 

 squadron, which was moving, had to be halted, when it was 

 found that two men were nearly oif their horses, each one 

 having got out of a stirrup. 



I on another occasion looked on when the late Lord 



* Lord Willoiighby, in one of Lis Badminton Magazine articles, says he caught a 

 bad cold fishing a dead fox out of a canal. — W. R. V. 



