THE EIGHTH DUKE OF BEAUFORT 



a devil of a fellow for blood, for he wrote his laws in 

 blood; 



" But to return to the pack. Woodman, Welling- 

 ton, Dashaway, and Dexter, are of the old Beaufort 

 sort, in virtue of Remus, Woodbine, Workman, 

 Warrior, and Raffle ; and here I am reminded of 

 an amusing anecdote. On my asking the face- 

 tious and clever Mr. William Way (commonly 

 called 'Billy Way'), of Glympton Park, near Wood- 

 stock, a few years back, some questions relative to 

 the old Beafuort blood, knowing he had hunted 

 with the late Duke a great many seasons, he made 

 this reply — ' Why, truly,' said he, ' I am the worst 

 man in the world to apply to on such a subject. It 

 is true, that I have hunted more than twenty years 

 with the Duke of Beaufort's hounds ; but I honestly 

 confess, I only know two of them by their names ; 

 one, because his name is Wellington, and another 

 because he has but one eye instead of two. And I 

 can say more than this : I have always tried to be 

 the last instead of the first in a run ; but owing to 

 generally riding a well-bred horse, I cannot always 

 command that desirable object.' " 



Leaving the kennels, Nimrod turns his attention 

 to a description of the park land, and of the Duke's 

 farming interests. " The park at Badminton is one 

 of the largest in England, and the head of deer, 

 perhaps, the greatest of any. It consists of about 

 1,200 fallow, and 300 red deer — the number of the 

 latter quite, I believe, unequalled. From the 



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