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eight couples, ran hard to Dove Cliff, where he stopped 

 them. 



On January 26th they had a good day, and tired all 

 the horses. They found in the Greaves, ran to the 

 Brakenhurst, came away from there, with a bad scent, 

 back to the Greaves. From here they ran with an 

 improved scent, by Coton, and crossed the Dove to Foston, 

 past the house, and along the brook side to Sapperton. 

 Thence they turned over the hill for Sudbury Park, swung 

 to the left, when the fox was viewed with the hounds 

 close to him ; ran by Aston, across the river again below 

 Hanbury, into the Greaves, and they stopped the hounds 

 at Marchington Cliff, as it was nearly dark. 



The next day which is of much interest, and that 

 more on account of the hounds mentioned than anything 

 else, was on February 2nd, when they had a long, ringing, 

 run, with a middling scent, from Wichnor all round 

 Dunstall, Barton, Brakenhurst, Jackson's Bank, Yoxall, 

 Eough Park, Hadley End, Bancroft — in fact, all over 

 the country round about — till dark, and finally they had 

 to stop the hounds " going up to T. Lawley's. A very 

 hard day, and the hounds worked beautifully. Darter, 

 Symmetry, Ganymede, Basilisk, did the most. Matchless 

 worked well at the end." 



It is a curious thing, but the writer has seen many 

 diaries of masters of hounds and of huntsmen, and yet 

 Mr. Meynell's is almost the only one which mentions 

 the individual work of hounds. 



On the 17 th they had a good, old-fashioned Eadburne 

 day. " Bolted a fox out of the earths, and went away 

 very fast, round the house, and back, over the brook, 

 almost to Mickleover, came a large ring almost to the 

 Ash, back through Radburne Car, across Dalbury Lees, 

 almost to Brailsford, turned to the right by Langley and 

 Mackworth, by Eadburne, two or three rings towards 

 Mickleover ; the fox having lain down in a ditch by the 

 Parsonage at Eadburne, we killed him in the Car. Two 

 hours and three-quarters ; almost every horse tired, and 



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