42 HUNTING AND SPORTING NOTES. 



Largess was the evening find, and again a deep line 

 was the chosen one to Cherry Hill and Chorlton, then 

 on to the eternal Wyches, by which time those who had 

 not already had enough of tumbling, scrambling, and 

 cramming, pounded after Lockey, until he eventually, 

 like a good determined huntsman, killed his fox, 1 

 believe, in the shades of evening. A good hard day. 



On Thursday night, according to custom, the young- 

 Hunt Club of Shropshire gave its annual ball. Borderer 

 was not a sharer in the entertainment, and he fears 

 now, like a burnt child, to take even ball news second 

 hand. A desperately long list of grandees tilled the 

 columns of the next day's paper as present, and judging 

 by the number also that turned up at Atcham Bridge 

 on Friday morning, I do not think our county balls have 

 in any way deteriorated from their pristine grandeur. 

 How devoutly, one wishes to be young again, just for a 

 season or two, to see whether the young people do 

 really enjoy themselves as much as of yore ! Well, as 

 I have said, to Atcham Bridge came a very gay crowd — 

 north, south, east, and west were representee!. Ladies 

 by the score, so much so that a stranger whispered, 

 " Do you always have so many ladies as this out?" Sir 

 Thomas and Lady Boughey were there, I am sorry to 

 say, on wheels, and the master of the Albrighton had 

 little oi3portunity of looking over my favourite bitches 

 before a move was made to a covert outside Attingham 

 Park on the Wroxeter side. This held nothings so on 

 we went to Eavenshaw Gorse, and here again we were 

 disappointed. Our cavalcade seemed by this time to 

 have no end, as we filed away back for the park, just> 

 as it began to rain steadily, the usual Atcham downpour. 

 The Park Wood was drawn blank, and much to the 

 disgust of many members of the hunt away we went at 

 the Wroxeter gate, straight back along the road over 

 the bridge, on and on past Cronkhill and Berrington, 

 to Eaton Mascott, wdien hopeful eyes had been turned 

 towards Longnor, or Holly Coppice. Borderer does not 

 pretend to know the rights, or the ins and outs of these 

 matters, but the arguments of the north men seemed cogent 

 when they exclaimed that Holly Coppice had not been 

 drawn since cub hunting. Anyhow, a master has a. 



