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feature in the field as ever. * * :k 



Mr. Banks Wright was again out with the Quorn several 

 times this season, and gave all the younger generation 

 a chance of picking up a wrinkle. At the top of the 

 welters stand Mr. Fenwick and the still more heavily 

 weighted Squire Musters, both of whom give some stone 

 and a beating to the majority of their finer drawn 

 companions. 



The Quorn country requires little description beyond 

 the passing allusions already made to it. No part, except 

 perhaps a small strip round Great Dalby, is so stiff as to 

 be impracticable ; while everywhere it requires a flying 

 hunter, and is just within the powers of a good man 

 and a good horse to cross. It is all (mostly?) grass, 

 with the exception of a patch of plough here and there, 

 and when a certain amount of rain has fallen, never 

 fails to carry a scent. The Loughborough side is very 

 different, that along the site of the old Charnwood 

 Eorest being as little like Leicestershire as can be 

 imagined ; and though a good deal of low wet grass 

 land lies below this rough and stony woodland country, 

 the face of the land carries a deal of unpleasant dirt 

 upon it. The fields, too, are a great contrast to the 

 gay throngs that one is accustomed to see at the 

 covert side with the crack packs. Yet Mr. Musters 

 used to enjoy his hunting here better than on the more 

 fashionable side, for (which is easily understood) hounds 

 have every chance given to them. 



Changing the scene, we find ourselves in High 

 Leicestershire — a country where fox-hunting should 

 thrive when every other part has succumbed to brick 

 and mortar. Yet, with all its charms, it falls short 

 of being the hunter's paradise that merely a long ride 

 to covert would lead one to suppose. Eor instance, the 

 big woods of Owston,Launde, Skeffington,Tugby and Co., 



