no GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



of the third class, which Mr. Jorrocks goes on to say, 

 " is hawk ward for the fox. The thing improves, just 

 like an hice-cream in the eatin'." 



After running a fox to ground in the morning we 

 went off to draw a well-known gorse, by name Mat 

 Conran's. Here there were a brace of foxes, and 

 hounds got away with one. I cannot say that our run 

 was ever slow, but the first part of it was woodland, 

 for our fox made at once for Ballymore Wood. 

 Hence they ran through the Grange Con Woods, 

 practically one with Ballymore, being only separated 

 from it by a little brook, and away by Ballyhook, 

 Rathsallagh, and Cross Keys to Dunlavin Town. 



W T hat his point was I know not, but here he was 

 headed from it and turned to the right. Hounds 

 were running very fast now, and fences were big and 

 plentiful. The banks are big, too, in the Dunlavin 

 country. 



His new point was towards Tynte Park, but again 

 he turned from it to the left by Tober and Lemons- 

 town, making, perhaps, for the Baron de Robeck's 

 covert of Cry help. He had to cry "help," however, 

 or as Mr. Jorrocks would say, " capevi," before he got 

 there ; for, as he crossed a by-road, hounds pulled 

 him down in the gateway of a little farm, the name 

 of which none of us knew, and which did not appear 

 in the Ordnance map. The time was just sixty-three 

 minutes ; the distance well, the local papers called it 

 a ten-mile point, but that it was not. Nevertheless, it 

 had been a fast hunting run, and at times more than 

 that. 



