Dick Simpson, Hunts man. 49 



Durham hill past Mr. Tomb's house left-handed 

 up to Waddesdon cross roads. Looking over the 

 road I saw the fox roll into the ditch. Simpson 

 did not get a start, but Lord Southampton and 

 he came up one of the roads and we killed the 

 fox after fifty minutes, without the hounds being 

 touched. The fox did not cross one ploughed 

 field. Mr. Coke was out and saw it capitally, 

 and declared that he had never seen a better run 

 in Leicestershire. 



On another occasion we had a very fast run 

 in the \^ale. Dick handled his fox In thirty-five 

 minutes ; he dismounted to take him away, his 

 horse then lay down and stretched himself out, 

 upon which someone went near to see what was 

 the matter, but Simpson called out to him to let 

 him lie, adding " He will be all right when he has 

 got his wind." He was, and went home very well. 



Here I may fittingly introduce some poetry 

 which appeared about this time in Bell's Life in 

 London. 



A DODGING RHYME AND RUN WITH LORD 

 SOUTHAMPTON'S HOUNDS. 



"I'was about half-past six when Tom knocked at my door. 

 '" I've brought your hot water, sir — is there anything more t 

 The mare is all right, sir — ^I've got out the ' Buggy," 

 There's a bit of a frost, and its rayther loike foggy." 



E 



