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taking the property. The latter died nth May, 1893, tlie Inst representative 

 of his family. 



Caldy is no longer one of our meets, but we often run on to it with a 

 hare from Thurstaston. In the old days, there were far too many liares on 

 Caldy for sport, and if hounds went in that direction, the horn was blown to 

 whip off. In this year, 1S95, ^^''- J-^nies Ismay, who now occupies Caldy 

 Manor-house, has found it necessary to join with his father, Mr. J. H. Ismay, 

 in stocking Caldy and Thurstaston with imported hares. 



/IDoC)Ci'u Xan^owncvs. 



'■ Let me have your liaud ; 

 I did not think, sir, to have met you here." 



Antony and Ci'eppatm, ltd ii, scene 6. 



The landowners of Wirral to whom at the present lime we are indebted 

 for our sport, who live upon their estates, and have not been previously 

 mentioned, deserve a passing tribute of thanks from all good beaglers. \Ve 

 may readily single out a dozen names of gentlemen whose pro})erty finds us 

 both in hares and hunting ground. 



Mr. T. H. Ismay, an old member of the R.R.B., and now an honorary 

 life-member, is often visited by us. AVhen, a few years ago, hares were 

 getting scarce in Wirral, he readily joined with us, in conjunction with the 

 Harriers, in putting down some imported hares, Mr. Ismay paying the ex- 

 penses of the number put down on Thurstaston. In this year of 1S95 he is 

 again keeping up the stock by imi)orting more. 



We all know the nursery of hares, which helps to keep the country 

 stocked, maintained at Westwood by the late Master of the Harriers, Mr. 

 Johnson Houghton, and the equally well-preserved cover, known as Mr. 

 Lever's wood. 



Mr. Duncan Graham, of Lydiate, is an old member of the beagles, 

 and though we do not now meet there, we often find a hare on his property, 

 or run on to it from elsewhere. We never see him out with us now, as we 

 should like to do, but his son and daughter have of late years occasionally 

 taken a run with the hounds. 



Captain Congreve, of Burton, and Mr. Trelawney, of Shotwick, 

 have large estates at the southern end of our country, which hold too many 

 hares for hunting with beagles, but we touch upon the fringe of their pio- 

 perty when we meet at Ness, or the western side of Capenhurst. 



For the last fifty years, the property at Capenhurst belonging to Mr. 

 Richardson has been a "happy hunting ground" for the R. R.B. Though 

 we usually have too many hares afoot, we often manage to have a really good 

 day's sport, as it is a magnificent bit of hunting country, the railway line and 



