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house to Hagley, where he was puUed down after one hour and forty minutes, 

 the hounds literally racing for him down the Park and over the brook to the 

 spinny, where they picked him up. On the whole, as no check occurred after 

 leaving Teddesley, a more sporting run could scarcely be conceived. It is worth 

 noting that throughout the run a three-year-old bitch, Fatinia, led the pack, and 

 the head they carried must have been satisfactory to the Master, who, with the 

 rest of the field, and there was a large one, expressed their delight at so excellent 

 a day. Tom Leedhani, too, on Helen the Fair, was throughout just where he 

 should be, viz. close to the sterns of his hounds. — A. G. 



A. G. stands for Arthur Griffiths of Lichfield, a capital 

 man to hounds. 



It is rather an interesting fact that Wolseley Park is 

 one of the last parks to retain its deer leaps. These used 

 to be in existence in every park, which was enclosed in 

 the neighbourhood of a forest, and afforded ingress for 

 the deer into the park. The word " every " must be 

 taken to mean every one for which a license was issued, 

 which was not always obtainable. Wolseley Park was 

 enclosed by Ralph Wolseley, 1470. Teddesley also used 

 to have its deer park. 



The Fatima mentioned in this run was a little too 

 speedy sometimes, and contracted the habit of slipping on 

 by herself. 



About the end of the year Captain Arthur Dawson, 

 late of the Inniskillings, and for many years in the 

 Staffordshire Yeomanry, came from Launde Abbey, in the 

 Cottesmore country, to Barrow Hill, near Rocester, which 

 he inherited from his aunt, Mrs. Whyte. He is a capital 

 all-round sportsman, and though, from being near-sighted,, 

 he wears glasses, he can hold his own in the saddle, or 

 with rod or gun, with most people even now, in his sixty- 

 sixth year, while no one, to look at him, or to see him 

 playing tennis, would think he was fifty. At his best, 

 especially on one of his famous grey mares, or on Brandy 

 Wine, if there were a select few in any run he was sure to 

 be one of them, and it took a very good man indeed to 

 beat him. 



In 1867 he got together a capital pack of harriers, 

 from the kennels of Mr. Wicksted, Sir Thomas Boughey, 

 and principally from Mr. Walter Green of Bury St. 



