LAST DAVS OF MR. CONYERS. 1 07 



senr., over again. " How I wish your father had seen 

 this run," someone remarked to the Assheton Smith, after 

 a brilHant hunt. " Depend upon it he has," was the son's 

 observation, and the old gentleman at once came forward 

 to report himself. Mr. Fenwick Bisset, too, for so long a 

 time the successful Master of the Devon and Somerset 

 Staghounds, though riding about two and twenty stone, 

 had the most marvellous knack of getting to the end of 

 the longest and the fastest run. 



The time came, however, when Mr. Conyers was 

 obliged to abandon the saddle, and then for a time he 

 hunted on wheels ; but even this was at last bevond his 

 powers. Nevertheless, as was the case with Assheton 

 Smith, his interest in the doings of his hounds never 

 abated. 



In his last illness Will Orvis was sent for to his bedside, 

 on returning from hunting, to give him an account of what 

 had taken place. One evening when his strength was 

 failing fast the huntsman told how, after an extraordinary 

 run, the fo.x had entered the covert of Canfield Hart, with 

 hounds close at his brush, and not a hound could speak to 

 the line afterwards. When Will came to this part of his 

 story, the Squire, having listened with much attention, and 

 without uttering a word, exclaimed, " Will, why did you not 



