THE CALPE HUNT. 325 



From the very nature of things Gibraltar memories 

 do not contain those of many red-letter days, most of 

 the runs being short spins, or ringing ones. I do, 

 however, recollect one day when we had a really first- 

 rate gallop, and what is more it followed another very 

 fair run the same day. 



The meet was at the Second Venta, or in other 

 words in the Cork Wood Country. Before we had 

 drawn much of the Cork Wood we found our first fox 

 in a marshy bottom. For about an hour they rattled 

 him about the woodlands at a fair hunting pace, till 

 they finally pulled him down in the nearest approach 

 to the open that one gets in that district, in the 

 presence of most of the field. This was quite a 

 pleasant run for the ladies and other easy-going 

 members of the Hunt, for they were able to keep with 

 hounds all the way. 



A long draw followed, but mile after mile of 

 country proved blank. A good many people had gone 

 home convinced that we had had our day's sport, when 

 all of a sudden I came over a ridge into a steep 

 valley just in time to see the sterns of the pack, 

 which was drawing the opposite brow, all go up 

 together. I was convinced it was a find though I had 

 not heard a sound, and sent old u Jack-o'-Lantern" along 

 as hard as he could lay legs to the ground. 



I was right. When I reached the further ridge I 

 caught sight of the pack driving silently along the 

 side of a long hill at right angles to my course. I bore 

 to the left, and pressed on. For over twenty minutes 

 we ran so, hounds strung out along the opposite hill, and 



