46 Dick Simpson^ Huntsman. 



a view at him a field in front, Horton Wood on 

 the right and hounds running their hardest ; then 

 they came to a check, Simpson was on the left, and 

 I on the right, and we looked everywhere. Dick 

 would not move, and as we could see well in front, 

 we thought the fox had lain down in the ditch. A 

 signal from Simpson caused me to look round ; 

 there he was holding the fox up — dead ! It 

 was evident he had run along the hedge side, 

 returned over his foil, and then turned out into the 

 field and died. It was one of the finest foxes I 

 ever saw, and the brightest colour, and I never 

 witnessed such an incident before or since. 



That season Simpson killed sixteen and a half 

 brace of foxes in Salcey and Yardley Chase. 



George Beers had gone back to the Oakley, 

 to a pack of hounds which had so much deterio- 

 rated as the result of bad management that it 

 took Mr. Arkwright and him three years to w^ork 

 them up again; consequently they did not hunt 

 the Chase much at that time. 



I must now, before I proceed further with 

 the sport, relate the manner in which Lord 

 Southampton acted in a great pestilence which 

 visited Towcester and Silverstone. When travel- 

 ling abroad and staying in Cairo Lady Southampton 

 was taken ill with small-pox, which greatly 



