A real "John Peel " chorus in Radnor shire. 75 



good sport. A first rate day's sport from Kyre Park, in 

 which several Worcestershire gentlemen took part ; and 

 again a big day right through the Marjknoll Woodlands, 

 from the Oakley Park decoy to Jmiiper Bank, and back 

 through Bringewood to Downton, to ground. 



Radnorshire, on its western borders, has been in full 

 swing for the last three weeks over the annual visit of 

 Major Blandy Jenkins's Welsh hounds. Good runs have 

 alternated with blank days, and very few foxes have 

 escaped the wonderful hunting powers of these Welsh 

 hounds. After a fine run from Abbey Cwmhir last week, 

 the convivial chorus of '' John Peel " was enlivened by 

 the appearance of the real animal in the drawing-room. 

 He had been dug out earlier in the evening, and after 

 doing some gymnastic feats over the sofas and chairs, much 

 to the consternation of the ladies, he eventually made his 

 exit through the open window, and those ringing view 

 halloas must have tickled his ears long after he had 

 cleared the flower garden. 



I am told that I have misdescribed the Maesfen run on 

 Saturday week, and that we found, not in Taylor's Gorse, 

 but in Stockton Rough, and ran through Taylor's Gorse; 

 and that we did not go near the Fens, and killed 

 at Park Leys Farm. Not personally knowing the country, 

 I trusted to the typographical resources of a friend, whom 

 I thought likely to be right. The run itself was too fast to 

 enable people to take many bearings, and had it not been 

 that I viewed Iscoyd Flouse and Park from two distinct 

 points during its progress, I should not have known that 

 for the last three miles or so we were running in a ring. 

 I am glad to see that ''Arundel," in The Field, agrees 

 with me in giving it a distinctive mark among the runs of 

 the season. As I write, in the sporting atmosphere of 

 Yorkshire, the snow is fast disappearing, and the hard 

 frost is softening, so that we shall awaken the echoes of 

 Deighton Springs to-morrow, without a doubt. I hope 

 some kind friends will keep alive a few Shropshire 

 notes for you, Mr. Editor, or perhaps some good 

 things will go unchronicled. 



