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in making friends with them again. The result was that 

 the hounds were never happy without him, and, when 

 lost, would drive up through any crowd of horsemen to 

 get to him again, and it was very rare for a single hound 

 to be left out." ' 



Perhaps the greatest run the Belvoir ever had was that 

 famous one in March 1857, when Will Goodall still 

 carried the horn. They ran their fox from Falkinham 

 Gorse, crossed the Forty-Foot River, and killed him at 

 Pinchbeck on the uttermost borders of Lincolnshire, after 

 two hours and twenty minutes without a check. The in- 

 habitants of that district had never seen hounds and 

 scarlet before, and one old woman, terrified out of her 

 senses, and screaming out ' The Rooshians are coming,' 

 drove her pig and cow into her sitting-room, put up the 

 shutters, and awaited her doom in an agony of fear. 

 Goodall's horse was bogged to the shoulders in a swamp 

 of muddy ploughland, and had to be drawn out with ropes, 

 but was so utterly done up when he was extricated that 

 Will had to finish the run on foot. It was no bad record 

 to kill no foxes in 112 days, though Will must often 

 have turned pale as he thought of the wanton slaughter 

 of foxes that had taken place in the Belvoir country 

 before his time, when on a single April day they had 

 been known to kill five old foxes and destroy three 

 litters of five cubs apiece ! Will Goodall's Diary used to 

 excite the wonder and admiration of ' The Druid,' who 

 embellished his pages with many a yarn therefrom. 

 And it is a delightful picture which that brilliant writer 

 gives of the old huntsman in the summer time watching 

 his bees by the hour and playing cricket with his boys. 

 A terrible fall, that drove the horn, which he always 

 carried in the breast of his coat, deep into his chest, was 



