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LF.AVKS FROM A IIUNTINC. niAKV 



a scramble over a high bank. One more field, and we reached the Bury 

 Road. Crossmj^f it we were on the well-drained land farmed by Mr. G. 

 Pegrum. Hounds probably ran .slower at this part of the run than any 

 other. It is well known that there is little scent with a sinking fox; but 

 still they dribbled steadily on, right up to Shaftesbury Farm ; and crossing 

 a deep lane, ran very prettily parallel with the Lindsey Street road, over 

 Mr. y\rthur Wliipps' grass fields, not a yard of barbed wire in any of them 

 — Mr. W'liipps is much too good a sportsni;m to encourage that. 



Lieut.-Col. Hon. W. H. Allsopp 



A series of six razor banks and ditches had to be negotiated, much to the 

 delight of tlie Lindsey Street population, for one and all left their dinner- 

 to watch the fun. One enthusiast was so excited that he took his hnifc and 

 fork with him, and so armed jumped several fences. Another reliable eye- 

 witness has assured me that sportsmen came dribbling up for hours after- 

 wards wanting to know where hounds were. A local contingent, headed by 

 Messrs. Ball, galloped furiously up Lindsey Street parallel with the hounds. 

 They were too maddened with excitement to hear the holloa from Mr. Aldred, 

 who had just viewed the fox at the back of his house, struggling across one 

 of my fields. He was five minutes in front of hounds then, which he 

 succeeded in making ten by the time — weary, worn, and tired — he was 

 viewed with draggled brusli crawling into the Forest — a six-mile point, as 



