292 Tom IVinJield' s Lecture. 



There, that's one of Lord Southampton's old sort 

 which he had in the Quorn country, Hector and 

 Faithless. Hector, a son of Hazard, bred by the 

 Marquis of Tavistock. 



"You remember Duster, sir? Let him out, 

 Ben. Now you carry Duster and Gratitude in 

 your head and you will never be at a loss to 

 know a good hound ! 



'' Let some of the old ones out, Ben. Now if 

 it were not for these old hounds, and my good 

 master I would not be a huntsman another day ! 

 They won't run anything but a fox, not they ! 

 We have a lot of riot in this country, so many 

 hares ! and these old hounds hate them as much 

 as I do. 



" I don't care for too many young hounds, 

 Mr. Smith ; we have a lot of hard-riding men in 

 this country, and when they press upon the pack 

 the young ones are apt to get beyond it ; and 

 the horses will press if there are hounds going on, 

 right or wrong ; then it takes time to get back 

 on the line ; your fox goes a mile while you are 

 doing it ; on a bad scenting day it's soon all over. 



" Our Master never says anything to these 

 hard riders ; there is Mr. George Hitchcock, he 

 calls him *' Scorcher," he and our young Squire 

 (what a good sort he is !), have nick-names for all 



