72 REMINISCENCES OF 



Miss Bulteel, a man in black, myself and Tucker 

 (F.B.H.) crossed at once, the rest going on above 

 the bog, led by Calmady, Bowden, etc. Hounds 

 got out of our sight. On getting to top of the hill 

 saw them near the river, Calmady's white horse, 

 Dick and Miss Bulteel having got to them. We 

 were down wind and the turn towards us ; galloped 

 down to Dartmoor Bridge Road, near Holne, and 

 stood still till they came to us and ran the road 

 towards Holne ; I being first crossed the road and 

 ran on to the edge of the moor. 



Boxall hunted the line into the village but never 

 could get out. Next day we were told the fox 

 came out of the farm-buildings. About one hour ; 

 a real good run. Mr. Wildborne's mare carried me 

 capitally and no sign of surrender. After the hounds 

 got free of the horses, they ran well, but are very 

 silent. No one went better than Miss Bulteel on a 

 grey pony ; Dick Yeo's mare carried him capitally ; 

 about fifteen miles home. 



One day with Mr. Trelawny's hounds we had a 

 good run — forty minutes— and ran a fox to ground. 

 In the middle of the moor I looked at my watch. 

 On the way home I saw Colonel Granville standing 

 on the top of a little hill. On galloping to meet 

 him, my horse pecked over a big stone and I nearly 

 tumbled over his head. On getting near the rail- 

 road station one of the children asked me, " What 

 o'clock?" I felt, and said, "By Jove! I've lost my 

 watch ! " I turned round and galloped back to the 

 moor (about four miles) to where Colonel Granville 



