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jumping powers of his costly cattle to a severe test over 

 thick heav>' fences between the woods, flying posts and 

 rails in a way that would have gladdened the heart of old 

 Dick Christian. But it was not only in the field that 

 Lord Lonsdale displayed his ardour for the chase. He 

 personally superintended the management of his kennels, 

 and was there every morning at seven o'clock to see the 

 hounds fed. At one time he had an extraordinary mania 

 for chestnuts, there being no less than seventy of that 

 colour in his stables at once, and the fine team he used 

 to drive in the eighties will be remembered by all lovers 

 of coaching. 



In 1885 Lord Lonsdale took the Mastership of the 

 Quorn, which he held till the close of last season, and the 

 country has been hunted by him in a style worthy of its 

 splendid traditions. Whilst, not less conspicuous in the 

 field than her husband has been the Countess, a fine 

 horsewoman, with a wonderfully quick eye to hounds and 

 probably unequalled in hound-lore by any woman in 

 the three kingdoms. 



The veteran, Tom Firr, of whom I have written else- 

 where, oldest and greatest of living huntsmen, was with 

 Lord Lonsdale from first to last, and, to quote the words 

 of an old friend of mine who had many a good day's 

 sport with the Quorn last season, is still ' full of vigour 

 and dash and able to hold his own wnth the boldest 

 horseman as in the old days when he rode the famous 

 run from Waterloo gorse.' 



Lord Lonsdale's exploits up in the Rockies and in 

 the Arctic regions have proved that he is no feather-bed, 

 stay-at-home sportsman. His feats of endurance have 

 rivalled those of his grandfather, the gallant Peninsular 

 soldier, and have shown that he is of that hardy English 



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