3l6 LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



Ouorn, we had an early find, and good run of nearly an hour, 

 over a very stiff country. Only a select few out of an 

 enormous field could live with the hounds, amono- whom 

 " Carlow " was conspicuous. After the run, while jogging on 

 to the next covert, I was politely accosted by one of the 

 leading members who thought he recognised my horse. My 

 replies to his enquiries satisfied him that his recollection was 

 correct, and he then told me of the horse's performances in 

 former days, and introduced me to his friends — some who had 

 seen, and others who had only heard of him. In fact, 

 "Carlow" was quite an introduction to the dlite of the Hunt, 

 who without him would not have noticed a young man and 

 a stranger, as I was at that time. 



Those were the days of Sir Richard Sutton, Henley 

 Greaves, George Payne, Earl of Wilton, Col. Wyndham (who 

 was with the Scots Greys at Waterloo), Hon. Captain Maynard 

 {father of Lady W^arwick), Little Gilmour, Stirling Crawfurd, 

 Frank Geary, Sir Thomas Whichcote, Earl of Strathmore, 

 Lord Gardner, &c., &c. All were very kind and nice, with the 

 exception of the last named, who did not relish being deprived 

 of his "pride of place" by a young stranger, and being 

 unmercifully chaffed by his companions in consequence. 



" Carlow " had very fine bright eyes, and a wonderful "eye 

 to hounds." On one occasion, soon after I had bought him, he 

 was " sailing away " broadside of the hounds, on their left, 

 when they suddenly turned away to the right. He instantly 

 turned with them, and with such suddenness that I was not far 

 from being unshipped. 



He was an old horse when his portrait was painted in 1846, 

 by the two brothers, William and Henry Barraud, of Park 

 Street, Grosvenor Square — the former depicting the landscape 

 and quadrupeds, and the latter the bipeds. William Barraud 

 told me that " Carlow " had made him do what he had not done 

 for twenty years, viz., measure the horse's neck and his own 

 canvas ; fearing his eye had deceived him and that he had got 

 it too long. But he was quite right. His neck was unusually 

 long, with a beautiful shoulder and high withers, and magnifi- 

 cent quarters. He was a difficult horse to sit over a wall with 

 a drop — being a " pitchy " jumper — going close up to the wall 

 and oivine a tremendous "lash out" in the air with his 

 powerful quarters. Henry Barraud especially admired my top- 

 boots. The different cut of coat and leathers from the present 

 is noticeable. 



Determined that " Carlow" should never get again into bad 



