LORD MIDDLETON.— 1817. 125 



An item, when failing in speed, strength, and breath. 

 That a fox from the pack must soon meet with his death. 

 Near Moreton-in-Marsh, in the midst of a field. 

 Nolens volens old reynard was gallantly killed ! 



There was a very sharp frost in the morning, and we 

 did not throw off mitil between one and two o'clock. It 

 was quite dark when we killed our fox, the run having 

 lasted two hours and fifty minutes. There was a great 

 deal of snow on the ground, and very few of the Sportsmen 

 followed to the end of the run, which exceeded 20 miles. 

 As the fox ringed about a great deal, at times, cold hunting 

 succeeded for about three quarters of an hour. When 

 reynard was almost beat, he lay down in a field, and when 

 started was killed immediately. The odds were ten to one 

 against our killing him on such an unfavourable day. The 

 snow was very thick for several miles near Whichford 

 Wood. 



Mr. W. HoLBECH, of Farnborough, I believe, was the 

 only gentleman close up at the death. The Huntsman and 

 the two whips kept their places. — tally-ho. 



FROM TALLY-HO. 



MEET UFTON WOOD, 1817. 



When we threw the hounds into the cover, we got up 

 two or three foxes at the same time. After running one or 

 the other of them round the cover for a long while, one took 

 off for Itchington Heath. The dew was very heavy upon 

 the ground, and we had but an indifferent scent. At 

 Itchington the fox took into a brake of gorse and waited for 

 us. The scent got better, and our fox took away, at a sharp 

 pace, for Kineton. When he left that place, the Field 



