lo George Carter, Huntsman. 



was very fond of boys, and did not mind my riding- 

 after him, but encouraged me. A young gentle- 

 man was out on his pony, riding near Carter, one 

 day at Mantel's Heath, when a fox came away 

 in front of them. 



" What's that ? " the boy asked. 



George took off his cap, and, waving it towards 

 the fox, he said : 



" That is him, sir! " 



I was one day with the hounds in Whittlebury 

 Forest, then full of deer. Carter found a fox, 

 and hounds ran well for a time. We then saw 

 hundreds of deer go off Wakefield Lawn into Lady 

 Coppice ; the hounds went in at the side as the 

 deer came in at the top. In a few minutes the 

 pack broke up, every hound seemed to have a 

 deer; I never saw such a scrimmage I The young 

 deer fell a prey, and from their cries I always 

 thought that they killed three brace. Carter, of 

 course, blew his horn. Stevens and Dickens, the 

 whippers-in, were at work ; the deer crossed the 

 riding at such speed and with such bounds that 

 we were obliged to look out. Carter rode quietly 

 down the riding. Some of the old hounds came at 

 once ; as their numbers increased he walked down 

 to Broadmoor pond, and gave them a drink. 

 Clarke, the Royal keeper, came upon the scene — 



