THE PICK OF THE KENNEL 



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Not much to chronicle at present, but quite time to get on your second 

 horse if you had one, and time to go home if you hadn't, for we had been 

 galloping more or less for two hours and a-half. Not more than fifty, I should 

 say, at the outside were with us, when at 3 p.m. hounds came away from 

 Weald Coppice on the back of a rattling good fox (Mr. IJosley's old friend, 

 I feel sure). No conjecture necessary about the scent, as they drove over 

 the grass towards Canes, and swung to the left over the clover, and struck 

 over the road — the line, I remember, of an old point to point, which Mr. E. 

 Ball won, I have forgotten how many years ago. " No skirting ! " was 

 shouted, as one of our smartest men" in a quick thing, or a long run, turned 

 sharp down the road at right angles to the line hounds were taking for the 



H. Easterby J. Bailey 



And the Hounds, Trouncer, Tyrant, Trimbush. 



J. Turner 

 Shown at Peterborough 



a I'liptosmph by A. Salvin Bo 



Little Weald Brook. The huntsman, riding wide of his beauties, with the 

 Master, Miss Morgan, and Mr. Price, each taking their own line, were over 

 it first. 



Beyond the church the fox was headed, and turning sharp to the left, 

 we drove over the stubble for a few fields before swinging back to the right, 



Mr. Pemberton-Barnes 



