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foot was dreadfully crushed by his horse falling upon it, and 

 either by ill-treatment or neglect, the wound was suffered to 

 mortify. " If anybody can save me," said Tom to his brother 

 Jack, who, by the kind permission of Mr. Dalyell, was with him 

 at the time, " it will be Dr. Liston ; I wish he could see me." 

 This being communicated to Mr. Liston by Mr. Francis Grant, 

 who heard of it by accident at the cover-side, he instantly, 

 accompanied by Mr. Grant, went down to him in the country, 

 and was in time to save his life. I must not omit stating, that 

 this eminent surgeon charged his brother sportsman nothing for 

 his attendance ; but rather a rich anecdote accompanies his 

 first inspection of the wounded limb, and we may imagine we 

 see him opening his instrument case at the moment. " This is 

 a bad business, Tom," said he ; " but I think I shall be able to 

 save as much of your foot as will keep your spur on." Pocr 

 Tom smiled, and seemed to enter into the spirit of the joke. 

 Tom went from Mr. Hay to Mr. Grantley Berkeley, in whose 

 service he remained till he gave up his hounds, when he entered 

 that of Mr. De Burgh. 



The particulars of the interview with Mr. Liston I had from 

 Jack Skinner (who was present), as he returned from his brother 

 during my visit to Mr. Dalyell last winter ; neither did he 1 omit 

 to mention the very great attention and care the sufferer received 

 from Mr.. De Burgh. The other brother, Harry, whips in to 

 Lord Segrave. 



John, or Jack, Skinner, as he is called in Scotland, where he 

 has been the greater part of his life, is an excellent man with 

 hounds ; very fond of fox-hunting ; as neat and as clever a 

 horseman as ever threw a leg over a saddle, and a faithful servant 

 withal. Of his master, Mr. Dalyell, it is not necessary for me 

 to say much at present, his name and character as a sportsman 

 and a rider having been lately made known through the pages 

 of this Magazine. Neither need I trouble myself to describe his 

 person, which Mr. Francis Grant has given " to the life" in your 

 number for October, 1835 '> ^ ut as m ^ e character of huntsman 

 he was then new to me, the first meet with hounds was one of 

 considerable interest. Neither did it end with himself. The 

 act of meeting a new field at the cover-side is one of an unusually 

 exhilarating nature ; and, calling to my recollection an account 

 of a capital run over this part of the country about six years 

 back, as recorded in the pages of the Old Sporting Magazine, in 

 Mr. Chalmers's day, in which Mr. Chalmers himself, the Doug- 

 lases of Brickton, Captain Peter Hay of Mugdrum, Mr. Hay of 

 Latham, Mr. Stewart of St. Fort House, and Mr. Greenhill had 

 particularly distinguished themselves by their horsemanship, I 



