40 LIFE OF MYTTON. 



have had a good many turns round the meadow ; 

 hwt, fortunately for the posiboy, he never awoke. 



Mr. M)'tton appeared, at least wished to be sup- 

 posed to be, indifferent to pain. A very few days 

 after he had had so bad a fall with his own hounds 

 as to occasion the dislocation of three ribs, and was 

 otherwise much bruised, a friend in Wales, uncon- 

 scious of his accident, sent him a fox in a bag, with 

 a hint that, if turned out on the morrow, he would 

 be sure to afford sport, as he was only just caught. 

 " To-morrow, then," said Mytton, " will we run him ;" 

 and although he was lifted upon his horse, having 

 his body swathed with rollers, and also writhing 

 with pain, he took the lead of all the field, upon 

 the horse he called " The Devil," and was never 

 headed by any man, till he killed his fox, at the 

 end of a capital hour's run. He was very near 

 fainting from the severity of this trial ; but I re- 

 member his telling me, he would not have been seen 

 to faint for ten thousand pounds. 



Upon another somewhat similar occasion, he 

 showed his disregard of pain. He was on his re- 

 turn from the field, with two of his ribs displaced, 

 and evidently suffering much from a fall. To en- 

 able him to cut off an angle, he got into a fold- 



