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horse, the writer believes, and Charles had given notice. 

 " Where are you going," Lord Southampton asked testily. 

 " Back to those thulky old uncles of yours, I suppose ? 

 You'll just thuit them." 



Charles was very fond of relating this little episode, 

 and also another one, which was something of this sort. 

 He had counted the hounds out of covert, making them 

 all right, but Lord Southampton declared there was one 

 away, mentioning the hound, and sent Charles back for 

 him. Back he went, had some bread and cheese, and then 

 came on again. " You have not brought Rally wood " (or 

 whatever the hound's name was), Lord Southampton called 

 out rather sharply, as he saw his whipper-in coming up 

 boundless. " Where is he ■? " 



" At your lordship's horse's heels," Charles answered 

 demurely, with an inward chuckle. 



The hounds seem to have had pretty good sport this 

 season. 



Field, February 13th, 1858 : — 



On Saturday last this well-known pack met at Swarkeston, a circumstance 

 which insured a good meet. A little before eleven the pack trotted off to 

 Arleston Gorse ; drew blank. They then went through Stenson village, and on 

 to the Willington Osiers, which were also drawn blank. The next point was 

 Repton Shrubs, a well-known cover on the Earl of Chesterfield's estate, which, 

 as usual, furnished a fox, whose pluck and endurance compensated for previous 

 disappointment. After ringing round the cover, he broke in the direction of 

 Hartshorn Gorse, but was headed and doubled back to the cover. He then 

 broke away for Repton Waste, through Carver's Rocks, crossed the Hartshorn 

 and Tickenhall turnpike, through Smith's Gorse, crossed the Ashby road for 

 Southwood, turned short to the left, and went through the covers at Calke, and 

 right across the park, where a slight check occurred owing to the deer crossing 

 the line. The pace up to this time was exceedingly fast, without a check. The 

 scent being soon hit off again, the pack went up to the park wall, over it, and 

 crossed Derby Hills Farm, and bearing for Melbourne for a short distance ; he 

 then turned to the right, crossed the Calke road, through the Highwood, which 

 they ran through in beautiful style, being close upon their fox. The pace now 

 mended ; and, running up a long spinney near the lodge belonging to Sir John 

 Harpur Crewe, Bart., they entered Staunton Springs, a large and well-known 

 cover. He went through it, but dared not face the open, and doubled through 

 the wood again ; endeavoured to break away on the Calke side of it, but the pack 

 being at his heels, he again took to the wood, and was run into " dead beat." 

 Time, fifty-three minutes. The manner in which these hounds ran into their fox, 

 as is usually the case, shows their determination to have blood. We regret to 



