A Fox in a Station — Baschurch. 13 



Bj tlie way, a curious episode reaches me from the 

 Welsh border. Colonel Price, with the Radnorshire, ran 

 a fox fron Stanner last week, that was so hardly pressed 

 that he ran into Dolhir Station, but before he could 

 take his ticket for the next train, the pack succeeded in 

 despatching him to the place of their own choice. Some 

 wag was heard to say that it was fortunate this would 

 be passsenger had not succeeded in emigrating, for he 

 would have taken with him into England such a woeful 

 account of Colonel Price's persecutions to foxdom 

 generally, that visiting relations from England would- 

 have been entirely prohibited, and many a West Hereford 

 gallop would have been nipped in the bud. 



FOURTH WEEK— November 17 to 22. 



A correspondent in a contemporary asks if Shrewsbury 

 races are really to be a thing of the past. This, as I said 

 last week, depends on the people of Shrewsbury. It 

 may, however, be only right to say that there is a 

 difficulty in renewing the lease of the straight mile, but 

 as a recreatioii ground the enclosed space of the round 

 course would be likely to pay well. Cricket, football, a 

 bicycle and a pedestrian track, an exercise ground for 

 horses, a lawn-tennis ground, and a general recreation 

 ground combined, would be of the greatest benefit to 

 Shrewsbury, and would pay well. I know a gentleman 

 who pays largely for the right of exercising his horses on 

 turf near the town, and many would gladly avail them- 

 selves of such a privilege, paying three guineas a year for it. 

 This needs only an enterprising and trustworthy man to 

 take it in hand with success. Cannot our good old town 

 produce such a Simon Pure ? If not, the old course and 

 its surroundings must be handed over to the ruthless 

 hands of the builders, or be let in butchers' plocks. 



Of hunting matters I have a fair budget, albeit rain is 

 sadly wanting before great or exciting sport can be had. 



On Monday, the Shropshire and Sir Watkin competed 

 for patronage — the former at the Kennels, and the latter 

 at Baschurch. Both held full levees, but the latter 

 carried off all the honours. If, in the present dry state of 

 the atmosphere, one place is more suitable than another 

 for holding a scent, it is the fen-like land lying east of the 



