84 THE WAEWICKSHIRE HUNT. [1882 



Hole, through Bath Hill, Round Hill, and across the Fosse Road and the 

 brook at the Oxliouso, and pointed for Brickkiln. Something headed the fox, 

 and he went by Eatington Village, and we lost him near Hounds Hill. 

 Found again at Pool Fields Osiers, got away in view, and raced him 

 through Chadshuut Coppice, turned to the left, and went round Gaydon 

 Village, and straight to Bawcutt's Covert, through this and up to the railway, 

 as if for Burton; but turned to the right, and went straight across the Vale, 

 pointing for Kinetou Oaks ; the fox was headed at the Brick Tards, and the 

 pack checked for the first time, after a splendid forty minutes. They hit it 

 off in front of Kineton House, and crossed the brook below the kennels to 

 Compton. The fox was headed on Bittern Hill Farm, and turned short back 

 for Marston Village, which saved his life, as I held them on for Compton, and 

 when I hit off the scent back it was too late. There never was any real 

 scent, but the mettle and drive of the bitches made the run, fairly forcing the 

 fox up wind for the first twenty minutes. Only two of the field got to 

 Kineton — Mr. Holland Corbett, of Admington, and Mr. Prichard, of 

 Newbold. 



About this time Mr. Edward Tritton, well known in 

 the cricket field and elsewhere as " Jupp," lived at 

 Bodicote, and used frequently to hunt with the Warwick- 

 shire. He had a very good horse called The Colonel, and 

 another one, a grey — Bilio, by The Cardinal — he bought 

 from Lord Willoughby. He was fond of a bit of racing, 

 and he and Lord Willoughby were much interested in a 

 famous mare. Warpaint, belonging to Mr. Tritton. She 

 was favourite for the Lincolnshire Handicap, and there 

 was a good deal of mystery about her trial at Ilsley. His 

 lordship went to see her run at Lincoln, where she did not 

 win, and came back that night to hunt his hounds next 

 day. He did not seem in a very good temper, and made 

 rather a quick remark to Mr. James Eose, of Leamington. 

 "Ware hounds, Mr. Eose! Ware hounds!" "Ware paint, 

 you mean, my Lord," was the ready answer. His lordship 

 smiled under his moustache and rode on. As the plough- 

 boy said, when he asked the gentleman how he should 

 spend " Thank yer," for opening the gate, and there was 

 no response, " He never spoke." This is not to convey 

 the idea that it is wise to answer any M. F. H. back, for 

 nothing as a general rule can be more unwise. — W. E. V. 



One day, near Lighthorne, a deaf and dumb man named 

 Henry Aubrey, who was very fond of seeing the hounds-, 

 viewed the fox, and was gesticulating wildly in the middle 



