12 George Carter j Hunts?nan. 



seat in Suffolk, for a month or two in the season. 

 Foxes were dug out in the forest, and sent down, 

 all of them marked. They dug out an old fox 

 of great size, and sent him ; the next year they 

 dug him out again at Wakefield ! ! and sent him 

 down once more. He beat the hounds a second 

 time, and, on his return, a sheep-dog caught him 

 near Newmarket and killed him" — an ignoble 

 end. 



I must now hark back to Carter. No huntsman 

 ever had a finer voice than he bad, and at proper 

 times he w^ould use it to some purpose ; his cheer 

 was soul-stirring. In a cast, when a hound made 

 a good hit, you might have heard him for miles ! 

 He always named the hound he was cheering. 



Carter did not ride into the woods when trying. 

 He had many friends, and liked a chat. Every 

 now and then he would let his hounds hear him 

 all over the wood. He said that if hounds were 

 used that way they w^ould get on the drag better 

 than when hurried along ; and would draw all the 

 covert if they knew where he was, and the Field 

 would stand with him. He was, one day, which 

 happened to be New Year's Day, riding very 

 slowly, at the end of Grimscote Heath, talking 

 to Mr. Winkles, who said : 



" George, I have heard a fox run down the 



