THE CHACE. 
worthy of Edwin Landseer himself: a blackthorn, which 
has laid hold of his cheek, has besmeared his upper 
garments with blood, and one side of his head and cap 
are cased in mud, by a fall he has had in a lane, his 
horse having alighted in the ruts from a high flight of 
rails ; but he has ridden the same horse throughout the 
run, and has handled him so well he could have gone 
two miles further, if the chace had been continued so 
long. Osbaldeston's "who-hoop " might have been heard 
at Cottesmore, had the wind set in that direction, and 
every man present is ecstatic with delight. " Quite the 
cream of the thing, I suppose," says Lord Gardner, a 
very promising young one, at this time fresh in Leices- 
tershire. " The cream of everything in the shape of 
fox-hunting." observes that excellent sportsman Sir 
James Musgrave, looking at that moment at his watch. 
" Just ten miles, as the crow flies, in one hour and two 
minutes, with but two trifling checks, over the finest 
country in the world. What superb hounds are these!" 
added the Baronet, as he turned his horse's head to the 
wind. ** You are right," says Colonel Lowther, " they 
are perfect. I wish my father had seen them do their 
work to-day." Some of the field now come up, who 
could not live in the first flight ; but, as there is 
no jealousy here, they congratulate each other on the 
fine day's sport, and each man turns his head towards 
home. 
A large party dine this evening at the Old Club, 
where, of course, this fine run is discussed, and the 
