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a good deal of the run. While the fox was being dug 

 out another was soon put going in the Euyton Shrub- 

 beries. He lost no time in beirg off at the bottom, too- 

 quick indeed for the majority of the field, down towards 

 Shotatton, before reaching which he turned to the right 

 for the higher ground of Knockin Heath. Here a good 

 old sportsman on his grey cob, the Eev. Mr. Tabor, came 

 a terrible purler — a strong stake completely turned over 

 both horse and rider, and when the horse rose there 

 seemed no life in the prone form of the rider. Kind 

 hands, including Sir Watkin, soon lifted him up, and the 

 doctor, whose nags are always so near the front, was 

 happily within call, so that what appeared like a 

 dislocated neck was quickly screwed straight again. 

 Mr. Tabor's tumbles have not been few, and we trust 

 he will recover from this one as he has from others. 

 He is made of stiffer materials than most of his cloth, 

 and we can ill afford to lose him. All this time hounds 

 were running well to Lord Bradford's Gorse, where they 

 checked, and then went on to Sandford Pool, where he 

 was headed back to the gorse and killed. Another 

 enjoyable run for those who had not to assist in Mr. 

 Tabor's accident. In the meantime the first fox had 

 been unearthed, and was given another chance for his 

 life, of which he failed to avail himself, and was killed 

 in Grig Hill. 



Another accident befell one of our best men last week. 

 When out with Sir Watkin, Lord Alexander Paget 

 accomplished the rather unusual feat for him of standing 

 on his head, which rendered him unconscious for a time. 

 We all rejoice to hear he is not much the worse. 



Sporting papers have improved the occasion by 

 announcing that, " Owing to numerous disappointments 

 Sir Watkin will not hunt again till May ! " and such i& 

 the gullibility of the daily papers that they have one and 

 all copied this palpable absurdity. 



On Tuesday, Mr. Corbet was as usual at Wrenbury 

 with his crowd of followers. Broomhall was the first 

 starting place, but the fox chose an awkward line with 

 the river Weaver, the canal, and railway to be crossed, 

 and did not afford much fun. Courts Gorse gave a 

 short spin to ground near Aston. Then Combermere- 



