1 9 2 GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



about the best timber-jumper I ever owned, and she 

 popped through without banging my head against 

 the top of the arch. 



There was the deer at soil in the flooded Wey, 

 the hounds baying on the bank. However, presently 

 he was obliging enough to break his bay, for it would 

 have been impossible to reach him, and on he went 

 by Shalford Church, and lay up in a little wood 

 beyond. Hounds were stopped and the whip sent 

 to eject him. 



He evidently took the crack of the whip which 

 he received as an intimation to put his best foot 

 foremost, for he took us at a rare pace to Chilworth, 

 and then turned up over the downs to Merrow. 



I don't think I ever saw hounds run faster than 

 they did here. Without a fence of any kind to stop 

 us, the little beauties (foxhound bitches, by the way) 

 ran clean away from us all on the open downs. But 

 we soon overtook them puzzling out the line in some 

 fir coverts above Merrow. From Merrow Village the 

 deer ran on to Clandon Station, following roughly the 

 line of the (then) New Railway. This part of the run 

 was rather woodland and a good deal slower. Finally, 

 we took our deer in the outhouse to a keeper's cottage 

 at Clandon Common. 



Next day the Chiddingfold were at Puttenham. 

 They found at Pepperharrow, and ran for an hour and 

 a quarter in those great woodlands till the fox got to 

 ground, when feeling an attack of my old enemy, the 

 gout, coming on, I left them. 



In spite of my having passed a sleepless night, the 



