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note (1) that they scurried, very fast and very brightly, for a 

 <lozen minutes from Hinton Gorse, before turning from the 

 grass, and the goal of Boddington Gorse, to run — over a 

 mixed, light country at lesser pace — to Warden Hill Wood 

 and to ground, some forty minutes, if my memory does not 

 play me false. 1 have it, at any rate, distinctly stamped that, 

 in the quicker commencement, no one rode to better purpose 

 than Mr. J. Goodman on his chasing black mare — in herself 

 an apt definer of " yeoman service," in that she carries him 

 round his own farm on most days in the week, across those 

 of his neighbours on two others, and pays her cornbill 

 from the spring steeplechases. And now for a few names 

 from the Grafton field on this busy day — Lord Penrhyn, Sir 

 Rainald and Lady Knightley, Sir Thomas and Lady Hesketh, 

 Mr. and Mrs. E. Pennant, Mr. and Mrs. Byass, Mr. and Mrs. 

 Simpson, Mr. and Mrs. Church, Capt. and Mrs. C. Fitzwilliam, 

 Mr. and Mrs. Craven, Mr. and Mrs. Dalgleish, Mr. and Mrs. 

 Thornton, Mr. and Miss Judkin, Mrs. G. Clerk, Mrs. Graham, 

 Miss Alderson, Lord Alfred Fitzrov, Sir Wm. Humphery, Col. 

 Fife, Major Allfrey, Major Blackwood, Major Blackburne, 

 Oapts. Askwith, McMicking, On-Evving, Rev. Mr. Evans, 

 Messrs. Adamthwaite, Barrett, Bulwer, Burton, Gresham, 

 < Jrazebrooke, Goodman, Gosling, Knott, Macdonald, Martin, 

 Milne, Peareth, Turner, Vaughan Williams, Walton, Webb, &c. 

 Last year it may be remembered the Pytchley had a sharp, 

 well-finished, run from a patch of gorse just outside Badby 

 Wood, and close to the Daventry and By field turnpike road. 

 The Grafton now drew the Gorse, and then two tiny plantations 

 close by. Result, a brace of foxes, and some eight or ten 

 minutes' fast fun to Dane Hole — the Bicester covert (or rather 

 <lingle, as they term it in Herefordshire) that adjoins Catesbv. 

 For the next hour and a half or so (allowing a quarter of an 

 hour for breathing time in Dane Hole) Reynard was shuttle- 

 locked from one side of the Shuckburgh Valley to the other. 

 A poor specimen of foxflesh, too — with a mangey brush, a 

 meagre carcase, and a very recognisable black patch on his side. 



