162 THE MEYNELL HOUNDS. [1890 



the right of CuUand, over the Long Lane, close to Long- 

 ford inn, passed Thurvaston Mount, to the right of Crop-o'- 

 Top, and ran this fox to ground just before he got to the 

 Spath, a four-and-a-half-mile point. 



But a still better and faster thing was reserved for 

 January 27th, when they ran from Sudbury Bottoms to 

 ground in the main earths in Snelston Park, a six-mile 

 point in forty-five minutes — some said twenty -five, but 

 that seems a little too fast. More than half the horses 

 were beaten before they got to Cubley, and falls came as 

 thick as snowflakes. There was some discussion as to 

 whether this run or the one mentioned before was the 

 fastest, and Mr. Clowes said, all he knew was that he had 

 come along the high road — the shortest way — as hard as 

 he could gallop from Sudbury Coppice to Cubley Car, and 

 could only just keep hounds in sight. There were but 

 seven or eight people with them at the end — amongst 

 them being the Messrs. Fraser Tytler, Mr. Fort and Mr. 

 Dudley Fox, Mr. Turnbull and Mr. Wallroth. 



This was something like a very sharp burst early in 

 the sixties, late in March, when hounds came to Brailsford,. 

 and a special train full of strangers came to meet them. 

 They could not run a yard all day till, as a last resource, 

 Mr. Hugo Meynell Ingram gave the order for Sutton 

 Gorse. " Scarce a hound cracked the thorn when away 

 the rogue stole " ; but Charles's eye was on him, and his 

 halloa brought Tom and the pack round the covert, so 

 hounds got away right on his back, and they fairly flew 

 past the old gorse, over the road by Sutton church, their 

 followers jumping out of it within two yards of the church- 

 yard gate. Down the meadows for the Spath they 

 absolutely raced. Some few will remember Mr. " Ned " 

 Coke's cheery shout of " Ride on, Meynell men, ride on ! " 

 and Lord Berkeley Paget, the FitzHerberts, Lord Stan- 

 hope, Mr. Bird, and one or two others responded bravely 

 to the cry, as hounds dashed on, passed the Spath without 

 touching it, down the long meadows across the brook, 

 with a whimpering cry as they struggled out of it and set 



