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for one reason he used to tire all their nags, time 

 after time, on the Segrave meet. It was a great 

 trial for Tom ; he drew Segrave Gorse without find- 

 ing; the next for drawing was Shoby Scholes, a 

 favourite spot of this Perpetual Motion. Tom 

 cautioned his whippers-in, and got such a start with 

 him from the Reed pond that proved his death-blow. 

 He was as anxious as the hounds was Tom, and when 

 he saw my gentleman fly out of the Reeds, his spurs 

 was very sharply in his horse's side and over a flight 

 of large rails, with his hounds close at his heels, and 

 close to his brush he laid them on too. The pace 

 was as quick as the hounds could run, and as much 

 as the horses could do to live in sight to the Melton 

 Spinney; 30 minutes, without the slightest check; 

 there was very few with the hounds up to the Spinney ; 

 nearly all of 'em shied the rails ; after hunting 

 their fox out of Melton Spinney, which stopped 

 'em a bit, up came a few gents with Sir James Mus- 

 grave, their nags puffing and sweating ; the hounds, 

 you see, marked his line through the horses, over 

 the plough. Tom lost no time in making his cast, 

 which proved successful, for he had no other to 

 make ; Egad ! the old boy wouldn't be beat out 

 of his regular line ; right through the next fence, 

 close by an old man at work, who never saw him ; 

 from Melton Spinney he took a direct line to 

 Garthorpe, and the hounds kill'd him on the grounds 

 called the Lings one hour and twenty minutes, about 

 14 miles. The finish was an uncommon cheery one; 

 the fox was cut into so many pieces, the hounds had 

 but a small share ; Tommy Henton, he had his share 

 of him mounted for a tooth-picker with silver ; it is 

 no doubt in the family now. 



What a fine old rider Lord Lonsdale was ! and 

 Lambert's voice, it beat every one's I ever heard, but 

 Mr. Maher's. Count Sandor, he was an odd un, he 

 was ; he said, " He did come to von little place, called 



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