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kill their fox ; but the next time the hounds drew the cover. 

 Leveller drew out the hind quarters of the fox killed on that 

 day. 



Oct. 26. — Met at Millisant's Wood, at ten o'clock, but 

 did not find. Drew on to Tilehill Wood, and found a fox ; 

 went away to AUesley village, where an indifferent scent, 

 and a prospect of sport forward, induced Mr. Corbet 1 

 to hold on to a favourite cover ; but, unfortunately, a fox 

 found at Long Meadow Wood went away for the Stoneleigh 

 covers. The scent bad, they hunted on to Burnt End, 

 down the common to Stivichall village, and into the rough, 

 where he stayed for some time. We next drove him away 

 by Colonel Gregory's house into Wainbody Wood, where 

 he was killed in good style, after persevering for two hours 

 and a half, and very good hunting. 



Oct. 27. — Met at Water Orton, and drew Park Hall 

 woods without finding. Found a brace of foxes in Mr. 

 York's wood ; after running in and out of cover for an hour, 

 he was earthed under a tree in Mr. York's pit ; the hounds 

 would soon have killed him if he had not gone to ground. 

 We then hunted a fox that had been gone a long time, 

 through Smith's wood, pointing for Park Hall ; he was so 

 far ahead we could not hunt him. We then drew the decoy 



1 The uniform politeness of Mr. Corbet formed a striking contrast 

 to the occasional' moroseness of his huntsman, Bill Barrow. Were 

 a man seen by Mr. C. in the midst of his hounds at a most trying 

 moment, he would say — ' Pray, Sir, hold hard, you will spoil your own 

 sport.' That was all. But Bill Barrow would say — ' Hold hard, Sir; 

 G — d d — n it, where the hell are you going ?' When his hounds were 

 well settled to their fox, and things looked well, Mr. Corbet would 

 cry out — ' Noiv, gentlemen, ride over them, now ride and catch them 

 if you can.' — nimeod. 



