THE CHACE. 
following accurate description of it is given by one of 
the oldest members, a true friend to fox-hunting, and to 
all mankind as well*: "We found him," said he, "at 
Ashby Pasture, and got away with him, up wind, at 
a slapping pace over Burrow Hill, leaving Thorpe 
Trussels to the right, when a trifling check occurred. 
He then pointed for Ranksborough gorse, which some 
feared and others hoped he might hang in a little, but 
he was too good to go near it. Leaving that on his 
right also, he crossed the brook to Whissendine, going 
within half a mile of the village, and then he had 
nothing for it but to fly. That magnificent country in 
the direction of Teigh was open to him, and he shewed 
that he had the courage to face it. Leaving Teigh 
on the right, Woodwell-head was his point, and in two 
more fields he would have reached it. Thus we found 
him in the Quorn country ; ran him over the finest part 
of Lord Lonsdale's, and killed him on the borders of the 
Belvoir. Sir Bellingham Graham's hounds once gave 
us just such another tickler, from the same place, and in 
the same time, when the field were nearly as much 
beaten as they were to-day." 
But we have left Snob in the lane, who, after casting 
a longing eye towards his more fortunate companions, 
who were still keeping well in with the hounds, throws 
the rein over the neck of the good little bay horse, and, 
walking by his side, that he may recover his wind, 
* The writer here alluded to Mr. John Moore. 
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