'98 Random Recollkctions of the 



ring at Hough Gorse, the pack disturbing a 

 fox who did not mean to be caught napping. 

 He stole stealthily out on the south, close by a 

 band of sportsmen drawn up in shelter from 

 a stinging north easter. Not a word was 

 breathed, and the conduct of this section 

 merited kudos. Reynard appreciated this 

 as he calmly surveyed the party, but his 

 mind was not quite made up. Presently he 

 goes bravely away on the east. There is no 

 delay as hounds indicate a comfortable scent 

 as they cross ploughed land and incline to- 

 wards the Brandon road. Most of the horsemen 

 steer for Macadam — inestimable boon to so 

 many — but a gentleman in black spurns the 

 idea and rides close to the pack. Highway- 

 men discover their error as hounds turn 

 away across large pastures west of the village 

 of Hough. The pace waxes hot, with no signs 

 of slackening, there is a long tail and those 

 cutting out the work in no danger of having 

 their wings clipped. Without semblance of a 

 check hounds cross the road between Hough 

 and Gelston and go tearing away to Carlton 

 Ashes. Onward they sweep to Honington 

 beck, in proximity with a crossing of the 

 Lincoln and Grantham railway near Barkston. 



