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bought a pack of harriers, but I forget what became 

 of them. 



Felton Hervey was generally my whipper-in. He 

 joined the 13th about this time. He is the boy in 

 the picture of the Buckhounds, by Grant, when 

 Chesterfield was master. Sometimes we hunted with 

 the Tiverton Hounds. John Beale was the huntsman ; 

 he had no whipper-in. The hounds were taken to 

 the meet in couples, for one day they had met a dead 

 horse, and stopped and ate him up. John Beale was 

 a real workman in a rough way. Once after hunting 

 a fox a long time they ran into a gorse covert. Old 

 John got off his horse and said, " Mr. Hole, do 'ee 

 hold my horse till I pawk un up again ". He strode 

 into the covert, blew his horn, and soon got the fox 

 on foot again. 



Madocks, Hervey and I often went to Eggesford. 

 The old squire, Newton Fellowes, was very kind to 

 us. Lady Hester was deaf and dumb, but she was 

 charming, and always understood everything that 

 was going on. Two daughters were very nice — one 

 was afterwards Mrs. Seymour Allan, and the other 

 Mrs. Leeke. Young Newton afterwards became 

 Lord Portsmouth. Jack and Mrs. Russell were 

 there, and their son Bury, a boy with a red coat, 

 Mr. Newton Fellowes invited John Madocks, Her- 

 vey and me to Eggesford for the Chumleigh Hunt 

 week. Captain Howarth was there with the Devon 

 Hounds. Mr. Fellowes' hounds were very big, over- 

 sized drafts from Milton Kennel. Roots was his 

 huntsman, and Jack Dunn whipper-in and second 



