io8 SPORT WITH 



Charnler (Ossington), Mr. Norgate, 'Mr. W. Smith, Mr. Curtis, 

 and many others. It was probably quite as well for hounds 

 and horses that we did not find a fox very early, as it gave 

 the ground a much better opportunity to soften, and it was 

 at Laneham Cover where we first found. Hounds had scarcely 

 entered the'cover than a brace of foxes were away, one pointing 

 to Rampton the other to East Drayton. The latter was the 

 one his lordship decided to follow, and getting his hounds 

 together in a masterly manner, they were soon on the line. 

 At the first, scent seemed a little doubtful, but quickly im- 

 proved. Running over the grasses into East Drayton Village, 

 the bitches streamed along, a pretty picture, too. At the back 

 of Mr. Milnes' Farm we had a slight check ; our fox had evi- 

 dently been round the sheds and yard. Crossing the road 

 behind the Church, the line was soon hit off, and away hounds 

 went, running beautifully over a good country towards Upton, 

 but turning to the left, came down to the Upton and Dray- 

 ton road, crossing which, and making towards Markham, they 

 ran by the beck up to Darlton, through the village towards 

 Dunham. When near Mr. Langley's he swung to the right, 

 crossed the road and went over the hill and down to Darlton 

 Beck, where, as usual, one or two hard riders came to grief, 

 but nothing more serious than wet clothes occurred. Disdain- 

 ing the shelter of Babbington Springs, our good fox pressed 

 on, crossing the East to West Railway on the right of Fled- 

 borough Station, down to Mr. John Marshall's cover at Marn- 

 ham, where reynard was viewed, but he went straight through 

 and on to Grassthorpe, nearly to Sutton-on-Trent, swinging to 

 the right to Normanton, and over the Great Northern Railway 

 near Weston, through the village towards Ossington, leaning to 

 the right of the Park, and again to the left, he ran by Ossing- 

 ton Park, where hounds were fast overhauling their quarry. 

 Leaving Ossington and crossing the turnpike which leads to 

 Norrell Woodhouse, this gallant fox struggled on to a spinney 

 near Carlton Wood, where his bolt was shot, and hounds rolled 

 him over. Time, one hour and forty-five minutes — as good a 

 gallop as man could wish to see, over a lovely hunting country 

 and plenty to do. His lordship hunted his hounds beautifully, 

 and had seldom been seen to better advantage. After the fox 

 was broken up and the brush was given to Mr. Charnler 

 (Ossington Hall), whom hounds had almost brought home, and 

 the mask to Mr. Whitworth, we made for home— twenty-two 

 miles from Serlby Kennels. Horses and hounds had had a 

 hard day, and the majority of the horses looked and must have 

 been very tired. 



