242 FOX-HOUND, FOREST, AND PRAIRIE. 



Lord Rock Savage, Messrs. Bolden, Codrington, Blagrave, and 

 Sperling (all at Minehead), Hon. J. Trollope and Mr. Horsey at 

 Dunster ; Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, Col. Festing, Miss Festing, and 

 two young sportsmen of high promise ; Col. Williams, R.H.A.,. 

 from Exeter ; Mr. and Mrs. Warren, Mr. and Mrs. Baker,. 

 Mr. and Mrs. Turner at Lynmouth, Dr. and Mr. Budd at 

 Linton, Rev. Tothill, Mr. Foster Melliar from Oxfordshire, 

 Messrs. Allen and Lindham at Porlock Weir, Dr. Bassett, &c. 

 The yeomen of the neighbourhood are nobly headed by Mr. 

 Nicholas Snow of Oare, who, while holding some 3,000 acres- 

 of land of his own and keeping a pack of foxhounds, takes pride 

 in maintaining all the traditions and style of an honoured class. 

 And in this and in prowess with hounds he is fully followed by 

 Messrs. Chorley (of Quarme), Joyce (of Timberscombe) and 

 Walter Snow. Mr. Halse is, perhaps, the greatest authority in 

 the Hunt on all matters connected with the chase of the stag. 

 Mr. Parramore has also a great reputation with hounds ; and 

 no unwortlry names are those of Messrs. Baker, Clarke, Rawle,. 

 Lyddon, Burston, Birmingham, Lovelace and Risden — I wish I 

 knew more of those through whose energetic goodwill stag- 

 hunting is chiefly maintained. 



Yard Down was the meet of Tuesday, August 10th, and Yard 

 Down is to Barnstaple much what Cloutsham is to Minehead, or 

 Quantock Farm to Taunton. But unlike the other two, Yard 

 Down is a fixture more associated with good sport than almost 

 any in the Hunt. Three years previously, from a meet at Yard 

 Down, and a find from Molland Wood, they scored a run that 

 will be talked about as long as staghunting survives on Exmoor.. 

 Eighteen miles they galloped from point to point, in an hour 

 and fifty minutes — killing their stag under Cloutsham, and five 

 horses on the way. Only half a dozen men were still up with 

 hounds when they brought their deer to bay — Mr. Karslake 

 carrying off the chief honours of the run, while Mr. Snow of 

 Oare and Mr. Parramore did themselves almost equal credit. 

 Curiously enough, only the week before this event, another stag 

 had brought them a like route, in the converse direction — 



