CHAPTER XV. 



THE BELVOIR— MR. ARKWRIGHT AND 

 THE OAKLEY — THE PYTCHLEY 

 AND CHARLES PAYN — CAPTAIN 

 ANSTRUTHER THOMSON. 



I HAD been wishing for many years to see the 

 Belvoir pack, and I had had many invitations 

 from Gillard. At last this worthy huntsman 

 captured me at a show^ at Newark, and took me 

 home with him in the evening. 



As he was to exercise the hounds in the morn- 

 ing I asked to be allowed to rise early, and 

 accompany the pack. We took the dog-hounds 

 a round on the eastern side of the Castle for an 

 hour. We then returned home and went on the 

 southern side with the ' ladies.' A ride on a 

 lovely morning, with the views surrounding 

 Belvoir, is a great treat at any time ; but to be 

 accompanied by such a talented man in the 



