Eaton Jilascott. OS 



in the eYening, when the bulk of pursuers had retreated 

 to their trains, produced a sharp httle gallop, the best 

 of the day, to Burley Dam, over Bennett's Brook, and 

 to ground at Brook's Mill, too soon to make it as good 

 as it ought to have been had the fox gone straight or in 

 the line he had chosen. 



Wednesday, at Eaton Mascott, the Shropshire turned 

 out in full strength, and the young squire, Mr. Wood, 

 showed splendid hospitality. Unluckily, his home 

 coverts had been disturbed by strolling dogs, and 

 Goldings, for the first time this season, did not hold a 

 fox. The Dole at Cound, however, was more fortunate. 

 Here a brace were found. One broke over the railway 

 for Eaton Mascott, the other, after some persuasion, 

 got away down past Lower Cound to the river Severn, 

 but he was not so amphibious as the last fox in that 

 country, for he swung back to the left, and made a pretty 

 circuit to Colton. Such nice clean-cut fences, sound on 

 both sides, and no picking places. Shropshire jumping 

 powder was to the fore. He then took them on to 

 Brompton Wood, dodged about a bit here, and then 

 went nearly to the Cross Houses, managing to elude his 

 pursuers at the junction of the roads near the Eaton 

 Mascott Lodge. A long blank draw ensued, Stevens 

 Hill, Acton Burnell Park, and the Obelisk being the 

 principal scenes of it. Pitchford, however, came to the 

 rescue, and in the Birches Planting, a good fox was 

 found that took the remnant of the field fast to Cantlop, 

 . and then sharp back to the left to the Clump, through 

 the big wood, and on over Sir Frederick's model farm 

 to the Obelisk , where they checked. Thatcher hunted 

 him a few fields beyond, but failed to hit him towards 

 Erodesley Hill, a couple of hounds having in the mean- 

 time taken the line towards Acton Burnell Park Wood 

 — not an inviting place at five p.m. 



On Thursday there were the dual attractions of 

 Bettisfield with Sir Watkin, or Haughmond Abbey with 

 the Shropshire. Let us take a peep at Bettisfield first. 

 Sir E. Hanmer's foxes had betaken themselves by common 

 consent to the Pens, which all the sporting world here- 

 abouts knows is a part of AYhixall Great Moss, , and 

 about as awkward a place for a bustling field as could 



