296 GUN, RIFLE, AND HOUND. 



and the bitches began to run hard. Through Badby 

 Wood we go, hearing a halloa on by the village. For 

 once it is a relief to get on the road not the " 'ard 

 'igh road" to-day. Hounds run up Studboro' Hill. 

 Now, here is an earth, and some hounds mark at it. 

 Before it can be well investigated we hear another 

 halloa still on. 



Catesby is soon left behind, and near Catesby 

 House, " Brooksby " comes to grief over a wired 

 fence. However, we see him on his feet though his 

 horse is gone ; so we press on. 



" No account of this run in The Field'' remarks 

 somebody, but he was wrong, for before we reach 

 Dane Hole our chronicler is with us again. Between 

 this covert and Shuckburgh Hill we have some " in- 

 tricate leps," as they say the other side of St. George's 

 Channel, but as most of the field have taken a wrong 

 turn half a mile back, we have lots of room to pick our 

 places and get safely over. 



Up one side of the hill and down the other we go, 

 our fox pointing as if for Napton. We are now in the 

 North Warwickshire country. Somebody tells me we 

 are entering a biggish bit of country. I look round 

 for my second horseman of course in vain. 



Our fox has no heart for these big grass fields 

 either, but turns short back past Lower Shuckburgh, 

 and reascends the hill to Shuckburgh House. We 

 have been running over three-quarters of an hour and 

 cannot press our horses up this terrific ascent. As 

 we come out of the shrubbery, however, we meet 

 the bulk of the field. They have stopped a single 



