I04 LIFE OF MYTTON. 



kennel in company with Sir Bellingham Graham, 

 where we saw about thirty couples of hounds. What 

 to call them I know not : some were as big as mj' 

 yard-dog, and here and there a neat little bitch ; and 

 whether to call them fox-hounds, harriers, or stao;- 

 hounds, would take a better judge than me. This 

 was all very well ; but we were next favoured with 

 another sight, not quite so favourable to Sir Belling- 

 ham. This was no less than five brace of foxes to 

 be turned out before this nondescript pack, a brace 

 of which I subsequently saw " shook " before them. 

 But the preparation for this business was not so bad. 

 In the evening, as we were sitting over our wine, 

 the butler announced that Mr. Tinkler, the stud- 

 groom, was in waiting. "Send him up," said Mr. 

 Mytton, and Mr. Tinkler appeared. 



Tinkler. " What horses will be wanted to-morrow, 

 sir t 



Mr. Myiion. " All." 



Tinkler. " No, sir, not all, surely ?" 



Mr. Mytton. " Every one." 



Tinkler. " Not the little grey horse, sir ? His 

 back gets very narrow." 



Mr. Mytton. " So much the better. I hate a fat 

 horse." 



