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and I just see at a distance as well as ever I did, 

 when I'm with hounds. 



What runs I have seen in Leicestershire to be sure ! 

 I mind we had two clippers with Tom Sebright; no 

 huntsman ever went so well over Leicestershire, 

 except it be Will Goodall. I never saw such a pack 

 of hounds as the Duke's is now, all so much alike. 

 The Squire's were the best I ever saw at Quorn. Of 

 all men for condition of hounds and pleasantness, I 

 never see Goodall beat ; but I was telling you about 

 Tom Sebright's run. We met at Prestwold early on 

 in the season , I mind we were talking about who 

 would be the master of the Quorn ; it proved Sir 

 Bellingham Graham, he only held them that season. 

 The first covert to try was a plantation near the 

 garden wall; the hounds wouldn't be in a minute 

 when one of the garden men gives a shout, and a 

 fox goes right along the wall and away ; Tom gives 

 his view halloo, when the hounds came quickly and 

 crossed the field, where we met. My word, we went 

 a clinker to Walton Thorns, by Six Hills then over 

 the Eoss, nearly to Thrussington Wolds down to 

 the left by Dalby Wood into the vale, leaving 

 Holwell Mouth, Clawson, and Statherne on the 

 right, and killed him under the Belvoir Plantations ; 

 one hour and thirty-five minutes, about sixteen miles 

 straight from the cover we found at. Nearly all 

 the gentlemen, when the fox was halloaed, made 

 a point round the Hall for Stanton Park, where 

 Mr. Dashwood had covers ; foxes, you see, often 

 ran that line. They all got thrown out, and 

 Tom and his two whips and Captain Anson, they 

 would be the only ones up. Tom gave us another 

 rare thing the day after the Squire broke his leg. 

 We met at Segrave ; there was a fox which lay about 

 there, and had been hunted for two seasons by The 

 Squire ; somehow they never could touch him ; the 

 Melton gentlemen christened him Perpetual Motion, 



