42 Recollections of the Vme Hunt. 



the water, I stopped to get Will's mare over the rails, 

 and so lost the fine run over y® Lawn*, and to y® top 

 of his shrubbery, when I overtook Curtis, and heard 

 y^ curs going into y® Dean's Woods, down y® hill and 

 thro' y® wood into second long field, across to y^ gap 

 into y® heavy stony field that was turnips last year, 

 up to y® barn. Here I stopped Black Mare for wind, 

 but she soon recovered, and spun up y® steep stony 

 lane for Hanington, where I overtook them going into 

 first scrubs all together, but rather slack. He turned 

 then into y^ green lane again, at this end of the second 

 scrubs, to y® end of it, and then bore for Canon Park, 

 hunting it across fallows, in y® open, curs recovered 

 their wind and laid on again, but came to a fault by 

 overrunning it in a path (from Hannington Scrubs to 

 y® end he seemed at a loss as he could not find a gap 

 and run down the hedges instead of topping them 

 and not going straight). Here a halloo on y^ Warren 

 showed Will's stupidity, for instead of going as he 

 ought up to the man with hounds close by him, he 

 encourages them to spread, by which means away 

 they go after rabbits, and then on forward where the 



* The lawn and shrubbery of Ewhurst, where lived Sir Robert 

 Macreth, an Indian Nabob. Two men, named Macreth and 

 Rumbold, after having been fellow-servants at an hotel in Lon- 

 don, acquired large fortunes in India ; but Rumbold, who had been 

 the under-servant in England, became the richer and greater of 

 the two in India. This change in their relations to each other 

 was celebrated in the following epigram : — 



When Bob Macreth, with upper-servant's pride, 

 * Here fellow, clean my shoes,' to Rumbold cried, 



He meekly answered, ' Yea, Bob.' 

 But since returned from India's plundered land, 

 The purse-proud Rumbold, at the same command, 



Would stoutly answer, ' Na-Bob.' 



