64 HUNTING AND SPORTING NOTES. 



Scent getting worse, Mr. Corbett was compelled to say 

 *' Home." 



The Ludlow hounds had a memorable run on this same- 

 Tuesday. The meet was Gatley — a huge woodland abont 

 five miles from Ludlow. Their fox left it like a spinney, 

 and crossed the flat to Wigniore, traversed the immense 

 woodland there in a perfectly straight line, and again took 

 the open to Brampton Brian Park and Pedwardine Wood. 

 Here he dwelt,, and was rattled up and down, through the 

 deer park, and almost caught on the gorse near Boar's 

 Ford. Once more going away, however, he passed 

 Stanage to Cwmflankey, and then to Norton, where a 

 thick fog came on, and, the men and horses being 

 thoroughly done up and in Radnorshire country, the fox 

 remained the victor. This run must be fifteen miles as 

 the crow flies, and over twenty with the woik done at 

 Pedwardine. Well done, Ludlow ! 



Wednesday, at Cross Gates, on the Welshpool Road, a 

 charming hunting day. All hlank. 



An account of the Albrighton, Thursday, has failed to 

 reach me. 



^ Friday, at Middle, made great amends for Wednesday's 

 disappointment. Harmar Hill produced a brace, one of 

 whom was a loiterer, and was immediately chopped. 

 Without loss of time, the hounds were held "^f orward to 

 the line of the other, that broke on the top, and then 

 swung round as if Petton was his point, but after a mile or 

 so he bore right-handed, and nearly touched Broughton 

 Gorse before he circled, and eventually completed an 

 excellent ring to Harmar Hill in forty minutes, to ground, 

 when, by a clever bit of legerdemain, Thatcher treated the 

 pagk to a repast upon the chopped fox that had been 

 quietly poked into a hole at starting. No finer line for 

 trying the jumping qualities of the nags could possibly 

 have been chosen, and I am tempted to dwell on the 

 curious propensity that seems to have pervaded no less 

 than six pursuers to collide with each otlier, resulting in 

 disaster to all six, amongst these the ladies — (No, 

 Borderer, your good angel says " Stay your pen — per- 

 adventure you have yet a frienct or two cimong the ladies, 

 and ' to hold up the mirror to nature ' in their case will 

 never be forgiven.") No bones were broken, nor even 

 much more than temj^orary harm done to complexions. 

 An excellent farmer, Montford wav, does not wish the 



