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or four horsemen, consisting of Ben and John Morgan and an 

 effeminate-looking and speaking man in pink, with light sandy 

 imperial, and taking a stiffish wall out of a road at which the 

 field had pulled up. 



Piloted by a young farmer to Burley, from there I followed 

 Mr. Oliver, Lord Wm. Thynne and Mr. Bateson, over a beautiful 

 line of meadows to Whissendine, and thence by road to Melton, 

 fifteen miles from the finish. Sir Rd. Sutton's pack numbers 

 some excellently bred and well-shaped hounds, and his Hunts- 

 man, Ben Morgan, and his brother John for one of the whips, 

 and another brother, young Tom, for second horseman (sons 

 of Jim Morgan, Conyers' Huntsman), made me almost feel 

 as if I were in my own country. Old Goosey, whom Ben 

 succeeded, came up on a pony as they were debating about 

 dislodging the fox, but it being three o'clock I left them without 

 assisting at the tedious operation of digging. My bad condition 

 tells on me, for I felt rather tired on reaching Melton at 5.45, 

 though still I think I shall pick up all right, and in fact am 

 picking up strength as I go. To-morrow will be a trying day, 

 upwards of 50 miles of road work on a pulling horse. 



