1893] MR. FRANK NEWTON, 191 



Sport improved afterwards, and there were some fair 

 runs, by comparison, that is, of which the following may- 

 be taken as a fair sample. 



February 9th. Found at Culland, and ran at a great 

 pace by the Burrows nearly to Parson's Gorse, and back to 

 Brailsford Hall, where the fox suddenly disappeared. 

 Found in the afternoon at the Brick-kiln Nurseries, and 

 ran very fast to Allestree with Charles and the main body 

 — very few people with them — Jim and a few couples 

 having gone elsewhere. The fox went to ground at 

 Allestree and every one got wet through going home. 



On the 11th, Mr. F. C. Newton was acting Master at 

 Walton. He had been hon. secretary of the Hunt from 

 March 20th, 1888, till July 1st, 1893. From that time 

 till July 1st, 1901, when he resigned, he received a salary 

 of a hundred pounds a year, which he more than earned. 

 He was educated at Haileybury and Merton College, 

 Oxford, and is a very good cricketer, as well as being 

 a, thorough sportsman and capital rider to hounds. He 

 married, in August, 1881, the third daughter of the Hon. and 

 Rev. Augustus Byron, of Kirkby Mallory, near Leicester, 

 a,nd is at the present time living at Bearwardcote, near 

 Etwall, where he has resided since September, 1887. 



Most of the fun at this time was in the eveninof, thus, 

 on February 13th, there was a capital gallop of forty 

 minutes, quite late from Sudbury Coppice, by Boylestone 

 and Foston, with a kill in Sudbury village. 



Mrs. Holland is not likely to forget March 9th, when 

 she had such a bad fall in the Chellaston country, being 

 trapped under her horse. From this unenviable position 

 it took about ten people to extricate her, and, odd to 

 relate, neither horse nor rider were any the worse for their 

 misadventure. 



About the only thing worth mentioning during the 

 remainder of the season was a very fast fifteen minutes on 

 March 21st. This is a printed account of it : — 



"Tuesday, March 21st. Grindley Station. — A piping 

 hot day, more like cricket than hunting, and perhaps this 



