178 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. [1854 



look at a cover, with the exception of Bromley's Wood 



and the Grange Wood. But here, whether because he had 



reached his home, or whether because he had gone as long 



as he could, and could crawl no further, he coiled himself 



up and squat down in a little thicket, and kept us quite at 



fault for at least twenty minutes, and, be it here observed, 



that, up to this point, many had gone well, but none 



bette rthan Lord Talbot of Ingestre, on old ' Blarney,' 



the Marquis of Stafford, Mr. Kendrick of Tittensor 



Common, the gallant old Admiral Meynell, and last, but 



not least, for she was first amongst the foremost, that 



celebrated horsewoman, Miss Meynell, of Hoar Cross, who 



was now between thirty and forty miles from home, two 



other ladies, Miss Chetwynds, were also seen to go well in 



the early part of the run — one of whom got an awkward 



fall at the top of Bromley's Wood. Of course the twenty 



minutes' check was not spent in standing idle, although 



men and horses had well-nigh had enough ; it was, as well 



may be supposed, spent in every possible effort to recover 



the lost game. Sufficient, then, to say that Mr. Reynolds, 



in due course, having refreshed himself for the finish of 



this gallant run, jumped up in the midst of the pack and 



gallantly faced the hills above Park Hall, and bore away 



towards Wemington, leaving the Staffordshire Potteries in 



the rear on his left, and finally, winding his course to the 



right towards Hulme, fell a victim to his pursuers, and to 



his own gallant determination to show sport, in a farmyard 



at Bolton Gate between Weston Coyney and Wetley Rocks, 



by the side of the Leek and Sandon turnpike road. Of 



course the check at Park Hall let in many stragglers to see 



the wind-up of this famous run, which was not without 



its incidents and accidents. Mr. Hugo Meynell, who 



had been well with hounds up to the Grange Wood, there 



discovered that his horse was badly staked in the chest, 



and retired with him to the Stallington Grange farm in 



care of Mr. Walters of Checkley, who had himself been 



' knocking along ' famously. Mr. FitzHerbert of Somer- 



sal, than whom no one rides bolder or straighter, was 



