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on being given, Arthur, with three couples of 

 hounds — tufters, as they are technically called — 

 accompanied by George Southwell, the whip, and 

 Miles, the harbourer, whose business it is to track 

 the deer, proceeds to the lovely cover to draw for a 

 hind. Riding along through the heather, I startle 

 the black game, sending them winging away ; inter- 

 fere with many rabbits who go scuttling to their 

 holes, scare the snipes, and " see from the brake the 

 whirring pheasant spring." 



Whilst the hounds are drawing, I recognise 

 many well-known performers with the Devon and 

 Somerset, though the field is not so numerous at 

 this time as during the earlier part of the season. 

 First, I observe Mr. Bissett, the master, a stalwart 

 man truly, riding not less than twenty-two stone, 

 always grandly mounted, as he need be, in order 

 to get over this difficult country ; Mrs. Froude 

 Bellew, on a clever nag; Mrs. Jekyll, on a sturdy, 

 if not handsome animal ; Captain and Mrs. Barnard, 

 the latter being mounted on a well-bred, sporting- 

 looking grey, which seemed like going the pace; 

 the Hon. Robert Trollope, on a neat bay cob; Mr. 

 Gore Langton, Mr. Connack Marshall, a jovial com- 

 panion ; sundry of the dwellers in Dulverton, in- 

 cluding Messrs. King and Yandle, of Hele Bridge ; 

 Mr. Tarr, and many an ardent sportsman who never 

 willingly misses an opportunity of riding with these 

 noble hounds. 



The weather is variable ; but what matter? The 

 wind will blow, the storms must have their course, 

 and do ; for they sweep over the wide expanse of 

 country with marvellous rapidity, sunshine following 



