g6 Random Recollections of the 



the caparisoned pair in the stylish wagonette, 

 jarvey, with pipe topsy-turvy on one side of his 

 mouth, utterly ignoring jolts and jars over rough 

 ground which threaten to deposit him and his 

 beery companions upon mother earth. A fox 

 broke from Coston Covert across dry soil on the 

 east, and there wasn't much scent. But when 

 hounds had crossed Sewstern lane and got upon 

 grass they ran along nicely to the village. 

 ^' Look out ! Ware wire," is the cry, as a 

 veteran frantically gesticulates. Too late the 

 warning, the horse of a hard riding farmer is 

 hung in its clutches. With a struggle and 

 scramble the victim regains his legs, the rider 

 none the worse, but it was a marvel his horse 

 escaped so leniently. By slow degrees the 

 fox was hunted past Stainby to Skillington 

 where he went to ground. The best part of 

 the run was in its early stages, with work 

 cleverly performed b}^ hounds for upwards of 

 an hour. A patch of gorse adjoining the park at 

 Buckminster was the abode of a fox who bustled 

 away as soon as he heard the noise, with a batch 

 of hard riders hurrying down to the drain that 

 runs below, and the usual boggling at water 

 which is sure to make some victims. Mr. T. 

 Heathcote slipped over in exceptionless style, 



