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neck, shoulders, legs, and feet ; Norval, by Sir Watkin's 

 Random out of Notable, a short-legged dog of great 

 power ; Remus and Romulus, by Grove Reginald, are all 

 good ones of the same year. Advocate, now in his fourth 

 season, by Quorn Alfred out of Legacy, old Morgan used 

 to say, was better than his sire. He is certainly a very 

 handsome one, full of quality, with beautiful neck and 

 shoulders, plenty of bone, and great length. The three- 

 year-olds Boaster and Byron, by Baronet out of Willing, 

 are very grand ones, and their excellence in work is attested 

 by the fact that not one of this litter (two and a half 

 couples in all) entered in 1879 has yet been drafted. 

 Among younger ones that are likely to do much good 

 hereafter are the two-year-old Convict, by Linkboy out of 

 Claribel ; Gallant, by Granby out of Liberty ; Almoner, 

 now in his first season, a big, light-coloured hound by 

 Artist of Badminton Foreman and Fairplay descent out 

 of Laudable, who was Lord Waterpark's great favourite ; 

 Florian, by Mr. Rolles ton's Stormer out of Folly ; Harper, 

 by Belvoir Rockwood out of Mr. Rolleston's Honesty ; 

 Landlord and Latimer, by Granby out of Lawless. Almoner 

 is the most deceptive dog imaginable. His deep ribs and 

 great bone take off from his apparent height, so that he 

 does not look above the average standard, though he 

 exceeds it by nearly half an inch. Harper is the only 

 draft. AVhen with the South Notts, he would never leave 

 Shepherd's horse ; to give him a last chance, he was sent 

 to Leedham, and entered the first day he was taken out." 



On Monday, February 6th, they had an excellent day 

 from Blithbury. Finding in Pipe Wood, they went away 

 at a great pace towards Blythford and Cawarden Spring, 

 ♦•atching their fox by Col ton House, after a capital thirty - 

 five minutes. There was no time for peering about for the 

 best place. If a man meant to be with them he had to 

 take whatever came in his way. Without losing any time, 

 Charles threw his hounds into Laurence's Wood, and away 

 they went as hard as they could go by Blythford, across 

 Bromley Hurst and Sunnyside Farm, on to Hoar Cross, 



