242 The Belvoir. 



Gillard what his name was. " Gambler, sir ; you 

 know him," he answered. 



'' No, I do not," I said, positively. 



'' Yes, you saw him, you know, in the summer," 

 Gillard said. 



''That is what I did not do," I replied; "you 

 showed me Gameboy, but you said Gambler 

 had been fighting, and was not fit to be 

 seen." 



As I believe there is more progeny from that 

 dog in different packs than from any other, it 

 seemed very satisfactory. 



The fixture on the next day was close to 

 Melton, and the small pack was out ; a smart lot 

 they were ! We found at a gorse near to Melton ; 

 ran for twelve minutes, treading on the fox's heels 

 all the way, and killed him. We then went to 

 Melton Gorse, found, and ran about, with a 

 moderate scent ; but undulating ground, quarry 

 pits, and arable land did not afford satisfactory 

 results. A hard, long day. 



The impression which I formed of the country 

 was, that after turning from Melton it is a hard- 

 working place for hounds and huntsman ; while 

 many foxes are not to be caught without earning 

 them. As before remarked, I was delighted with 

 the pack in the kennels, and liked their work 



