90 THE WAEWICKSHIEE HUNT. [1883 



Gorse, and the Oaks. Found at Miller's Gorse, ran along the hill towards 

 Arlescote, bnt turned to the right, and ran to the Sun Rising, and along the 

 hill as if for Tjsoe ; sunk the hill as if for Pillerton Gorse, but turned to the 

 right as if for Kineton Holt, turned again to the right, and went by Miller's, 

 and ran to ground at the hill, after one hoiir and a half. As we were going 

 to draw Wliite's Bushes we were holloaed on to a fox which had just run 

 through it, ran him thirty minutes without a check, and killed in the open 

 near Wroxton. 



January 16th, Idlicote. — Drew all tlie Idlicote coverts and Spencer's Gorse 

 blank. Found at Oxliill Gorse, got away on good terms with the fox, and ran 

 very fast towards Tysoe, but turned to the left at the back of Oxliill Tillage, 

 kept turning to the left, and just went by the top of Pillerton Gorse, and 

 kept on for Pillerton Village ; turned short to the left, and recrossed the 

 Banbury and Stratford road, down the hill, over the brook, and straight to 

 Fullready ; forty minutes up to tliere and only one check. Ravager* soon hit 

 it off, and we travelled at a slower pace — very acceptable to our horses — to 

 Idlicote House, and by the top of Hell Brake, and across the Vale to Kirby. 

 Here we had tAvo, if not three, foxes before us, and two couples of hounds got 

 on another line, the whips' horses being tired. On we went as if for Broom- 

 hill Gorse, but the fox was headed by a policeman just by the windmill, and 

 he set his head for the Dingle, went over the bottom, and turned along the 

 hillside above Tysoe, his point evidently being the main earth in Sun Rising 

 Gorse. The dog hoimds, however, were gradually gaining on him, and pulled 

 him down just over the Banbury and Stratford road, not twenty yards from 

 the earths, after running for two hours and a quarter. 



The following poem, by Lord North, describes perhaps 

 the same run : 



I. 



You may tell, if you please, of the Quorn aud the Pytcliley, 

 The deeds of the Vale, and the Belvoir record ; 



But for genuine sport we have no cause to wander, 

 While we have the hounds of the Warwickshire Lord. 



Though my nerve is all gone, and my eyesight is failing, 

 My love for foxhunting burns bright all the same ; 



And Willoughby's cheer sets my heart in a flutter, 



And his " Forrard away ! " sends a thrill through my frame. 



III. 

 Hark ! Hark ! they have found him, now wakes the sweet chorus, 



What music can equal the note of the hound ? 

 Jack's viewed him away, don't you hear his view holloa ? 



It's a fox that will lead us a dance, I'll be bound. 



* Ravager, by Lord Coventry's Rambler, dam Skylark (1880), was, I tbink, Lord 

 Willoughby's favourite dog. He was a good drawer, threw a beautiful tongue, always 

 ran at head, and was a true " huntsman's friend " in a difficulty, or on a cold scent. — 

 W. R. V. 



