WITH THE GRAFTON 157 



'igh-road" to-day. Hounds run up Studboro' Hill, 

 Now here is an earth, and some hounds mark at it. 

 Before it can be well investigated we hear another 

 holloa — still on. 



Catesby is soon left behind, and near Catesby 

 House " Brooksby " comes to grief over a wired fence. 

 However, we see him on his feet though his horse is 

 gone ; so we press on. 



" No account of this run in Tlie Field,'' remarks 

 somebody ; but he was wrong, for before we reach 

 Dane Hole our chronicler is with us ao-ain. Between 

 this covert and Shuckburgh Hill we have some "in- 

 tricate leps," as they say the other side of St George's 

 Channel, but as most of the field have taken a wrong 

 turn half a mile back, we have lots of room to pick 

 our places and get safely over. 



Up one side of the hill and down the other we go, 

 our fox pointing as if for Napton. We are now in 

 the North Warwickshire country. Somebody tells 

 me we are entering a biggish bit of country. I look 

 round for my second horseman — of course in vain. 



Our fox has no heart for these big grass fields 

 either, but turns short back past Lower Shuckburgh, 

 and reascends the hill to Shuckburgh House. We 

 have been running over three-quarters of an hour and 

 cannot press our horses up this terrific ascent. As 

 we come out of the shrubbery, however, we meet the 

 bulk of the field. They have stopped a single hound, 

 which was running back, but, strange to say, not one 

 of them has viewed the fox. 



I view something, however, that causes me as great 

 — perhaps greater — pleasure, and that is my second 

 horse. Bapidly as the change is effected, hounds are 

 running hard again before I am ready. 



