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the cry of hounds again saluted their ears, and 

 concluding that it came from the laggards fol- 

 lowing them home, their minds were easy and 

 they reckoned on all being secure for the night. 

 As the music came nearer the squire became 

 assured that it was not discoursed by his own 

 pack. No, the notes were surely those of the 

 Belvoir, who in a few minutes concluded a 

 brilliant run out of their own country by 

 killing the fox under the walls of Harmston. 

 Few men could boast of more varied experience 

 in the course of one day's march, and on being 

 asked which he enjoyed the most, my friend 

 would laughingly exclaim, '^ Oh, the last, only 

 there wasn't enough of it." 



It was during the regime of Lord Forester 

 and Will Goodall that I enjoyed many happy 

 days and saw some rare sport in the hunting 

 field, as both were indefatigable sportsmen, and 

 didn't mind how late they drew or how far 

 they were from Belvoir at night. They had 

 no van then, and the distances hounds and the 

 hunt staff had to travel to the meet and home 

 after hunting were very considerable. The 

 kennels at Ropsley helped to ease work in the 



