186 WARWICKSHIRE HUNT. 



BY ACT.f:ON. 1 



MEET — OLD PARK, OCTOBER 27tH, 1827. 



This was what should be called a fine morning for 

 hunting ; the wind not too high, the weather soft and kind. 

 We had no sooner thrown the hounds into cover, than a fox 

 was away. The hounds were so close at his brush, that it 

 might truly be said, the fox and the hounds broke away 

 close together. The pack was nearly silent, they hardly 

 opened at first ; there was scarcely ever seen a more brilliant 

 burst. Away we all went, at the very best pace, to Fern- 

 hill, and then off to Kcuilvvorth Chace, In a few minutes 

 they had made that well-known preserve, called Long 

 Meadow Wood ; then to Tilehill, after taking in the whole 

 round of the woodlands which abound in that fine country. 

 The sound of the horn, combined with the musical voice of 

 the pack, were thrown into the distance, retiring from the 

 ear in concert of sweetest harmony. Our fox was now 

 •sinking so fast, that not a royal reprieve could have saved 

 him ; but luckily for him, we came upon a fresh fox, and 

 that incident saved his life. During the chase, some of the 

 old ones exclaimed, ' This day a fox must die ;' but their 

 predictions failed ; and it was a bloodless day. 



This was an excellent run of an hour and 40 minutes. 

 But, to be brief, no pack in the world could hunt better ; 

 and although Jack Wood may not be the most brilliant 

 huntsman in England, yet we venture to predict, that from 

 his old-fashioned tactics, and admirable science, he will 

 shew some excellent sport, and make some of the Warwick- 

 shire nags cry out, ' Hold hard ! Enough !" 



1 Sp. Mag-. Nov. lOtli, 1827. 



