50 HUNTING RECOLLECTIONS. 



had a peep at the marble equestrian statue of 

 the late Colonel Cheney (I believe of the Scots 

 Greys) who had three horses shot under him at 

 Waterloo, the statue shows him on his last horse 

 which is wounded, and though only a Captain, 

 lie rode off the field in command of the regiment. 

 A fine work of art and memento of a brave man. 



Cream Corse — suggestive of rich pastures 

 and fine old Stilton cheese — has nothing of the 

 Tcind to recommend it. What I have seen of its 

 surroundings has been the dirty plough and 

 very poor pasture land ; but there stands the 

 gorse, and there lie the foxes, thanks to the 

 owner, who, they tell me, is a good sportsman, 

 who hunts himself and takes a pride in finding 

 foxes for other people^s enjoyment. 



There was not a good scent in or out of 

 cover, and a slow hunting run right down into 

 the valley of the Wreake, close to Kirby Park, 

 was our first attempt — Tom Firr giving his fox 

 credit for having crossed the river, which it 

 turned out he never did, as we found him tucked 

 away in a pig-stye in Kirby village as we came 

 iDack, and hounds had their luncheon. Ashby 

 Pastures (classic ground), vide the great run 

 therefrom in the Quarterly Review years ago) 

 was our next venture, and a very fair fifteen 

 minutes, and to ground in a gravel hill below 

 Thorpe finished that little scurry. But Thorpe 

 Trussells is handy, and as we cross over the 

 railway cutting close to the cover, we see that 

 since we were last there the " American Devil," 

 as the steam digger is called, has made much 

 way in opening the line. Verily we live in the 



