"Wondrous Belvoir, to thy Spacious Vale, 

 Sweet Castle and thy farthest prospects hail. 

 Where Margumum, seat of heroes old. 

 Once stood." 



Peck (A. D. 1727) 



"Far shall his pack he famed, far sought his breed." 



Somervile. 



XII 



A DAY WITH THE BELVOIR FOXHOUNDS 



THE PEACOCK INN — BELVOIR CASTLE — BELVOIR KENNELS 



NOTED HUNTSMEN — PERFECTION IN HOUND BREEDING — 

 BEN CAPELL. 



TT would certainly be an omission to serve stuffed goose 

 -*- without the stuffing. It would be equally as great an omis- 

 sion to attempt to describe fox hunting in England without 

 putting in a day with the Belvoir. 



The present Master — Sir Gilbert Greenall, Bart. — is to be 

 congratulated for his adherence to the time honoured customs 

 and hunting traditions of the chase, especially in a country 

 where the temptation to lower hunting to something resem- 

 bling a cross between steeplechasing and flat racing is the 

 rule. It must not be inferred from this that the Belvoir is 

 a "slow country," for it is not, but there seems to be more of 

 the hunting spirit in it than in some so-called swagger packs 

 that hunt the grass countries. However, "Everyone to his 

 liking." 



It would be a great pleasure for the writer to take his 



