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how he might, he eould not help sadly thinking that 

 Goodall's successor would, in all probability, begin his 

 duties under a new regime, and that, ere another season, 

 Sir Watkin would resign the reins of mastership into the 

 hands of his daughter's husband, of whom, let me say, 

 that much as he undoubtedly has to learn, there are the 

 makings of a true sportsman in him. He does not lack 

 keenness, is fond of the hounds, and takes great notice of 

 what they are doing. This, combined with plenty of 

 pluck, must be a great aid to a young man taking such a 

 country as the Wynnstay, but Borderer will be foi given I 

 know, if in the \indest spirit in the world, he might 

 humbly suggest that there are still other aims and virtues 

 which make an M.F.H. dear to his friends and his 

 country. Among these are affability in its proper place, 

 and courteousiiess always, even when touching the curb 

 rein of a fields vaulting ambition. And even more than 

 this, where sport is concerned, a good understanding with 

 his huntsman is essential, and a non-interference with 

 him in the field. A first-rate servant is indispensable at 

 Wynnstay — then trust him, and leave the result to fate. 

 I sincerely hope Goodall will get a good place. He is 

 young, and has many excellent points that a huntsman 

 should have. Borderer fancies that, with one great 

 failing out of the way, he would be hard to beat. 

 Winning a little more the trust of his hounds, and 

 pushing more forward on the line of his fox, especially 

 over ticklish scenting ground, so as to pick him up again 

 on the grass, where an improved scent encourages hounds^ 

 and adds to the life of a run as much as it diminishes 

 that of a fox. But Borderer is lecturing with the ven- 

 geance, for which he will probaply get no thanks, and 

 many reproaches. It all comes of this March atmosphere, 

 and the sad reflection that, in another week or two, " his 

 occupation will be gone," and that " Horses and Hounds '* 

 will have to disappear from your pages, Mr. Eddowes, for 

 a long season ! 



If Borderer had only ubicjuity he could have told you 

 this week and last something of Ludlow and the United 

 doings, as well as something of the old Wheatland, but 

 secondhand accounts are often better than nothing. Here 

 is a hint to friends, which they can take or not as they like. 

 A faint echo has indeed reached me of a Kyre fox, killed 

 at Shelsley, in the Worcestershire country, by the 



