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then trotted off to Calke, where we soon found, and ran across the Park to 

 Stanton Harold ; here he doubled back by Calke Abbey, and ran in the direction 

 of Ashby, but turned again to the right, and went to ground in the earth at Harts- 

 horn Gorse, close in front of the hounds. Time, one hour and thirty minutes. 



Saturday, February 22nd, LoxJey. — Found in the Park Covert, but there was 

 no scent, and we could only walk after him. He went pretty nearly straight to 

 Bagot's Woods, over the road, and into Kingstone Wood, then turned sharp back, 

 went through Bagot's Woods again, and to ground in the main earth at the 

 Wan-en at Blithfield. Drew Prior's Coppice, and then trotted back to Loxley. 

 Found a brace of foxes in the covert by the railway, but the scent was even 

 worse than in the morning, and we could only hunt slowly up to Bagot's Woods 

 again. 



In this run Colonel Edmund Buller unfortunately broke 

 his leg. 



Among the most constant frequenters of the Meynell 

 Hunt were the Bullers. The Hon. John Yarde Buller, the 

 father of the present Lord Churston, from the time of his 

 marriage iu 1845, came from Devonshire every winter to 

 hunt from Radburne Hall, staying with his father-in-law, 

 the grandfather of the present squire, until the death of 

 Mr. Chandos-Pole in 1863. Then there were his cousins — 

 Bullers from Dilhorne, Staffordshire — who began certainly 

 as early as 1849, and never missed a season until death 

 thinned their ranks. They were all soldiers. The eldest 

 and now only surviving brother. Sir Morton Manningham- 

 BuUer of Dilhorne, was in the Militia, and for some years 

 Colonel of the 2nd Staffs. The other five were two of 

 them in the Guards, and three in the Rifle Brigade. They 

 were keen sportsmen, well mounted, considering their 

 means, and all good riders — bound to have a good many 

 falls amongst them, so that " a few Bullers in the brook," 

 or " another Buller down," became a familiar saying. But, 

 mercifully, there were no serious accidents — a broken leg, 

 a collar-bone, a wrist, a slight concussion, being all there 

 was to record during forty years and more of persistent 

 riding to hounds. 



One day their cousin, the Hon. Eleanor Buller (now 

 the Hon. Mrs. Northey Hopkins), came out when she was 

 only a slip of a girl, and, knowing no one in particular to 

 follow, selected as her pilot a nice, quiet-looking, gray- 

 haired old gentleman. It was not many minutes before 



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