230 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. [1864 



through the old gorse, across the turnpike road through 

 Blakely Holt (which was probably what is now called the 

 Holt) to Wyaston, where he turned to the right nearly to 

 Longford and up to Rodsley, where he lay down in an 

 orchard. Here hounds got up to him, and he jumped up 

 in view. So they ran very fast through the corner of 

 Shirley Park, without dwelling, first to the left of 

 Ednaston, across Bradley bottoms, under Jarratt's Gorse, 

 by Hulland village, and they stopped the hounds just 

 beyond it, after a good run of two hours and ten minutes 

 and a ten-mile point. 



On Monday, December 28th, they ran pretty well all 

 over our present Monday country. After killing a three- 

 legged one at Sudbury Coppice, they found another in the 

 Aldermoor, and ran by Cubley Gorse, where they probably 

 changed, on to Snelston, across Darley Moor, by Stydd 

 Hall towards Beatley Car. Here they turned back through 

 Cubley Gorse, and by Marston Park, straight to Snelston 

 village, below it, came up the hill and gave it up by the 

 old gorse, opposite the Holly Wood. 



Eighteen hundred and sixty-four began with a fort- 

 night's frost, and sport was moderate till February, when 

 they had a good day from Eadburne. There is a similarity 

 between Henry de Ferrers and Padburne. Every place 

 in the country seems at first to have belonged to the 

 former, and almost every good run seems to have started 

 from the latter. Moreover, Henry de Ferrers was an 

 ancestor of the Chandos-Poles of Radburne. The run 

 alluded to is thus described :— 



BelVs Life, February 13th, 1864:— 



Mr. Editor, — On Thursday, the 4th inst., occurred one of those rare scenting 

 days which is well worthy to be recorded in the columns of any journal, result- 

 ing, as it did, in the death of a really stout fox, who, in spite of such a burning 

 scent, managed to live, at almost a racing pace, for an hour and thirty-two 

 minutes before such hounds as Mr. Meynell's. We found him in Radburne Pool 

 Tail, whence he was viewed away by the Handbridge almost immediately after 

 the hounds were thrown into the covert, heading due west, but changing direction 

 immediately to the left, after a momentary check at the lane, on crossing which, 

 and the brook, he bore straight for Mickleover, crossing the turnpike road not 

 far from Mr. Newton's house, thence up to Littleover, where the first check 



