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more like this, or your journal will be flung to the flames. 

 There is all the more reason that you should try to cheer 

 us, and while our boys are singing the parting song 'The 

 girls we left behind us,' give us something that we can 

 send to cheer them even in the camp at Suakim or Korti. 

 Hunting to the battle-stained warrior is a ' continual 

 feast.' " In answer to this appeal, I have tried to 

 unfold you a little budget. 



Of Monday with the Shropshire at Tibberton this 

 correspondent knows nothing. 



Of Sir Watkin's Monday at Whittington he has heard 

 a great deal. A traveller from Wales had found his way 

 to Colonel Lloyd's gorse at Aston, and must needs return 

 in hot haste to his rocky home at Carregynion, or some 

 such a name, with Goodall and his pack paying him such 

 close attentions all the way that he has to thank his bold 

 mountain nature for his success in the day's venture. 



I am indebted to a friend for the following particulars 

 of the run : 



" Sir Watkin Wynn's Hounds at Whittington, February 

 16th (Monday). Trotted straight to Aston Gorse, and 

 found immediately. Our fox only made one turn round, 

 and went away at the far side. There was a scrimmage 

 for a start, but a nasty brook, some half dozen fields 

 from the gorse, rather scattered the field, bringing one 

 lady to grief. Thence straight to Sweeney, crossing the 

 Cambrian Eailway, where, as there was neither bridge 

 or level crossing in sight, there was nothing for it for 

 those who wished to keep with the hounds but to jump 

 in and out. Passing the front of Sweeney Hall and 

 across the Oswestry and Llanymynech road, we bore a 

 little to the left, as if for Wood Hill, but our fox, chang- 

 ing his mind, made straight for Crag Vorda, where he 

 was very hard pressed, and turned down the hill again, 

 much to the disappointment of the few who had, with 

 many struggles, surmounted this formidable obstacle. 

 He then pointed for the rocks near Cy-ny-nion, and close 

 to this point the hounds were whipped off, as, a thick fog 

 having come on, Goodall was afraid of losing some of his 

 pack. The order was then given for Halston, and away we 

 trotted through Oswestry and Whittington to a small 

 covert near the entrance to Halston Park, which, 

 however, was blank. Then on to the big wood, found 

 at once, and ran past Ebnall Farm to the canal, when 



